'Stellar 6' (186 pp) was published in January 1981. The awful cover art is by Jon Lomberg.
This is the sixth volume in the 'Stellar' series, which began in 1974. Ultimately, 7 volumes were published. All of the stories in the series were first-time entries.
I had misgivings about picking up this title: the 'Stellar' series was inaugurated as an alternative to the sf anthologies of the early 70s that showcased stories associated with the New Wave movement. 'Stellar' was designed as an outlet for all-original stories that represented traditional sf, with an emphasis on plots that dealt with the 'hard' sciences. However laudable this goal, it did mean that some of the entries in a given 'Stellar' anthology could be bland and underwhelming.
This is the case with 'Stellar 6', which shows signs that the series was running out of steam by the early 80s.
My capsule summaries of the entries:
Till Death Do Us Part, by James P. Hogan: in the near future, the wealthy can arrange to temporarily occupy a 'manufactured' body via downloading their persona into the body. A con man looks to take advantage of this technology.
This is the best story in the anthology. In some ways it has a proto-cyberpunk flavor, which Hogan combines with the theme of 'committing the perfect crime.'
All Ye Who Enter Here, by Jack Williamson: a team of four astronauts journeys to Jupiter to conduct an up-close investigation of the Great Red Spot. There is much interpersonal conflict en route.
While the concept is promising, the story can't rise above the limitations of Williamson's history as a pulp writer. Characters in 'All Ye' don't just speak; they rasp, they gasp, they grit, and they even grate....when these verbs accompany awkward dialogue, it's clear that Williamson's prose style is stuck in the 40s.
A Gift of Space, by Margaret C. Hewitt: In the future, genetic testing determines an individual's occupation. When a young man desperate to be a space pilot learns that a congenital condition will disqualify him from flight school, Dr. Hannah Kemp is asked to bend the rules.......
This is a competent, if not overly exciting, story that examines the conflict between the promotion of humanistic values, while also adhering to standards that are designed to promote the greater good of a society.
The Cerebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras III, by Martha Dodson and Robert L. Forward: Dodson (Forward's wife) co-authored this tale with her husband. It has something to do with the efforts of a scientist to use combinations of DNA from different animals to endow a frog-like alien species with expanded intelligence. It's very dull.
Cinderella Switch, by Anne McCaffrey: at the annual ball held on the grounds of the Official Residence on Formalhaut 5, three young rakes vie for the attentions of a beautiful woman who arrives without an invitation. There is witty repartee. Yep.........this story is that lame.
Byte Your Tongue !, by Clifford D. Simak: a computer named Fred, designed to service Senators in Washington DC, dreams of flying the world's first starship.
The best thing I can say about this story is that it's not as corny as McCaffrey's........
Grandfather Clause, by L. Neil Smith: veteran time traveler Bernie Gruenblum resents having to take his misbehaving grandson Ellington to the Temporal Museum.
Smith tries to imbue this story with the sort of quirky, Borscht Belt humor promoted by writers like Ron Goulart, event to the point of rendering Ellington's lisped dialogue phonetically. The result is.........painfully trite.
The Slow-Death Corridor, by Mark J. McGarry: in a vast hospital complex located a kilometer underground in the Edmonton Sector, Davis Mergensohn has a job attending to the inert bodies of those who are clinically dead, but exploited for use as living biofactories.
This story has an interesting, even provocative premise, but fails to do much of anything with it, focusing instead on the psychological and emotional turmoil associated with.........unrequited love. Huh ?!
Summing up, 'Stellar 6' is a dud. With the exception of James Hogan, its contributors were content to 'phone in' manuscripts from their personal slush piles. Anyone reading this anthology in 1981 would have been justified in thinking that sf was a genre in its dotage......
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