Henry Kuttner and Others! Jeff Baker’s March/April 2025 Reading Report. (April 21, 2025)

A Henry Kuttner-heavy Reading Report for March/April 2025

Read “Food For Thought” by Felice Picano who had died a week earlier. It’s in is collection “Tales From A Distant Planet.” The story plays like an episode of the original “Star Trek,” albeit with group sex as well as a good story.

Finished the Kuttner/Moore story “We Kill People.” A perfect bleak, clever story with some Kuttneresque, sci-fi, near-future touches. First published in “Astounding” in 1946, reprinted in the 1955 British anthology “Looking Forward,” edited by Milton Lesser. The story (as by “Lewis Padgett” has rarely been reprinted. It includes the line: “The first true humans were mutants, and were given intelligence so they could dominate.”

Started reading the collection “Somewhere In the Night” by Jeffrey N. McMahon. Fine horror stories I will write more about later.

Read N. K. Jemisin’s story “Reckless Eyeballing” in the anthology “Out There Screaming.” (Special thanks to Brent Silveria for pointing out Jemisin to me!)

For the April 3rd birthday of Washington Irving I read his story “Legend Of the Arabian Astrologer.” I will here gush about Oldstyle Press’ fine collection of his tales: “The Best Ghost Stories and Folk Horror of Washington Irving.” https://www.oldstyletales.com/irving

I’m bumming my way through “Mark Twain’s Mississippi River,” by Peter Schilling, Jr.

For Henry Kuttner’s April 7th birthday I listened to a You Tube reading of “Where The World Is Quiet.” A Kutneresque horror story from the 50s that plays like one of his earlier stories but very well-written.

I finally started reading “The Wrong Box” by Lloyd Osbourne and his stepdad Rbt. Louis Stevenson. Black humor and not as laugh-out loud funny as I expected but I’m only in the early chapters.

Listened to a fine reading of “John Mortonson’s Funeral,” by Ambrose Bierce.

Also read Bierce’s “A Cargo Of Cat.” A tall tale and a grotesque one at that.

Read Robert W. Chambers’ “The Repairer Of Reputations.” Hadn’t expected it to be a dystopian story that rang so contemporary; set in the near-future (1920) with references to tariffs, immigration “…and new laws concerning naturalization and the centralizing of power in the executive…”

Oh, and a war with Germany, in the Nineteen-Teens. Remember, this story was published in 1895.

First time I’d read one of Chambers’ “King In Yellow” stories. (I can’t find my full collection.)

NOTE: Book Tubers are doing “Horror MAYhem: Decades of Horror” in May, reading one story for a decade. I decided to do it here and start a month early. My decades also start about a century earlier. “Repairer…” will be my story for the 1890s.

For the 1930s I read Henry Kuttner’s Prince Raynor story “Citadel Of Darkness.” Fun sword-and-sorcery adventure with enough horror to qualify for the BookTubers theme.

Been keeping up with the fine weekly stories by Kaje Harper and J. Scott Coatsworth’s entertaining serial “Down The River,” as well as E. H. Timm’s excellent monthly stories on the Flash Fiction Draw Challenge.

I also re-read a lot of J. Scott Coatsworth’s “Miz Fortune’s Lonely Hearts Salon,” which is now available in an anthology.

And I actually paid about five bucks for a comic book I bought for twelve cents back in 1970; a one-shot called “Zody the Mod Rob” which blends hippies, the zodiac, a little magic and robots! Actually fun! Worth a smile or two. Would’ve made a fun Saturday Morning cartoon show!

More next month, including a few more decades of “Horror MAYhem.”

—-jeff baker, April 21, 2025

Here’s the link to the anthology Scott’s story is in: “Romance Is a Drag.” https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com/book/romance-is-a-drag-anthology/

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“McGuffin’s Dragon.” Friday Flash Fics from Jeff Baker. April 18th, 2025.

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McGuffin’s Dragon

by Jeff Baker

“Have I ever told you chaps,” McGuffin said from his usual chair in the Billiards Room at the Club, “how I took on a dragon?”

My sprained ankle was propped up on a stool, Aubrey-Smith and Delmar were in the middle of a game and Old Man Plunkett was half dozing in his chair. None of us were getting away.

I waved at a waiter for a refill and McGuffin went on.

It was not long ago (McGuffin said) and I was in America on business when I stopped in San Francisco and, as I always do, stopped in Chinatown. As usual, the sights, the sounds, the smells were exquisite! I bought myself a souvenir and was soon standing in a crowd on the street watching a small parade. Traditionally-garbed dancers, brightly-colored streamers and of course, a dragon. In reality, a group of young men and women beneath a dragon costume consisting of a long, decorated cloth and a strong young man under the large dragon’s head.

There was plenty of cheering from the crowd as this dragon danced and snaked its way along the street. But suddenly a pair of beer bottles sailed through the air and landed perilously close to the crowd. A few feet away stood a small group of protesters, yes protesters jeering and holding signs with anti-Asian slogans.

One of the young men making up the dragon’s body bent down and peered out from under the long cloth. It would have looked quite comical except for those rabble-rousers who were becoming even more hostile and had started throwing rocks. Obscenities were being hurled as well and the scene had the potential to become even more ugly.

And at that precise moment the ground began to shake!

With my vast experience, I knew this was no ordinary earthquake. Within seconds a section of the street burst open and a large scaly green Dragon suddenly ripped up onto the street! The onlookers and the protesters were suddenly on the verge of panic! The people in the dragon costume stood petrified! I knew I had to act quickly.

I stepped up to the green Dragon and spoke to it in a firm, clear voice. The Dragon glared at me then glanced between the protesters and the parade dragon. It glared and snarled at the protesters and puffed a burst of fire at them. The cowards ran away down the street.

Then, in a blur of green, the Dragon spread a pair of wings and shot upwards and was a tiny speck in the sky a moment later.

McGuffin leaned back in his chair and gestured for a refill.

“Wait a minute,” Aubrey-Smith said. “How did you get a dragon to actually listen to you?” (In spite of themselves, Aubrey-Smith and Delmar had wandered over to McGuffin’s chair to listen.)

“It was simple, gentlemen,” McGuffin said. “Dragons are intelligent creatures and will listen to reason. With my knowledge, I identified the Dragon as not one of the Chinese variety or the skittish American breed, but one of the Ancient British Dragons. Doubtless, a stowaway in the hold of one of the abandoned ships which some of the city was built upon. Sleeping underground for over a century. I merely addressed the Dragon in Old English and explained the situation.”

McGuffin nodded thanks to the waiter who had arrived with his refill and took a sip, and then said, thoughtfully:

“I suppose I’ll never know why that Dragon chose that particular moment to awaken.”

—end—

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Meet Faye Min Fortune, for Rainbow Snippets from J. Scott Coatsworth (and Jeff Baker.) April 18th, 2025.

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Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

My friend J. Scott Coatsworth has a story in the new Own Voices anthology “Romance Is a Drag.” https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com/book/romance-is-a-drag-anthology/ Scott’s story is set in the same locale as his “River City” series; slice of life with some Magical Realism. And with Miz Fortune, the magic is definitely real! Chester Carlson leads a dual life; as an unsatisfied office drone, and in drag as the fortuneteller Miz Fortune, who narrates Scott’s story “Miz Fortune’s Lonely Hearts Salon.”

I’d seen six clients that night, including another man torn between two women—the solution there was a poly relationship. Surprise! Also a woman in her late eighties searching for her first love—alas, deceased. And a lesbian couple who had been fighting for months, desperately seeking a path back to one another.

That had been the hardest. They both featured other people—one a man, one a woman—in their sendings. One had been relieved at the news, but the other… I couldn’t get the haunted look on her face out of my mind.

“Romance Is A Drag” is described on the cover as “A Queer Anthology/Volume One.” Given the caliber of the eight authors involved that is a most good fortune indeed! —-jeff

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Dogs and Wheels! (And Money!) Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Results for April 14th, 2025, from Mike Mayak.

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Hi! I’m Mike, A.K.A. Jeff Baker.

The draws for the April 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were:

A Caper Story

Set in A Racetrack

Involving a Pair Of Leg Irons

E. H. Timms wrote: “A Pack Of Lies” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2025/04/flash-fic-challenge-pack-of-lies.html

And I wrote: “Motor Sports” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/04/09/motorsports-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-april-2025-from-mike-mayak-a-k-a-jeff-baker-april-9-2025/

Thanks for participating, and for reading and remember it’s never too late to write your own story, post it in the comments and I’ll link it here.

We’ll be back with another draw on May 5th, 2025.

Thanks again!

—–mike

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Happy Birthday Sister Tarcisia Roths! April 11, 2025.

Happy Birthday to my onetime teacher Sister Tarcisia Roths, who celebrated her 95th on April 11, 2025 with a party at Newman University! She has been a hugely important part of the school for much of her life!

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Friday Flash Fics: “The Great Dinosaur Of 2155…” By Mike Mayak. April 11, 2025.

The Great Dinosaur of 2155 or Please Don’t Eat the Paleontologist

by Mike Mayak

It was early in the Winter evening at the Carmine-Gardner Museum and the tall, silver-haired museum guide was glad this was the last group of schoolchildren for the day.

“Over here, children,” he said. “Step this way! Don’t touch that! All here? Good.”

The grade-schoolers crowded around the display. The guide indicated a small glass case where a discolored bone sat on a purple pillow.

“This bone,” he said with the dignity and drama of the Shakespearean actor he had been in his youth, “is a relic of the Plesiosaurs. Large aquatic reptiles that swam the Earth’s oceans back when there was even more ocean than there is today and who disappeared over sixty-five million years ago.”

He smiled to himself. Some of the children at least seemed interested. He went on.

“One man who could have told you much more was Professor Thomas Parker. His specialty was that bygone age of reptiles as well as the more recent ecological calamities which have altered the climate since the late Twentieth Century.”

A boy in the back row raised his hand. The guide sighed. “It means a world-wide problem that affected the weather for the worse.”

“Oh,” the boy said, lowering his hand.

“Several decades ago,” the guide said. “Professor Parker was camped-out on one of the small regions of rapidly disappearing Antarctic ice.” He paused, seeing puzzled looks. “That’s the Southern one.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, the professor, as was his want, was eating his lunch and watching what is left of the gigantic ice walls break apart and crumble when a huge chunk of ice bobbed up from below the surface, sloshing water everywhere.”

The children giggled. The guide smiled.

“In that ice, perfectly preserved, was a Plesiosaur. As the professor groped in his pockets for his trusty camera app, the ice broke open and the creature plopped into the water, shaking its head to clear it.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Yes, the Plesiosaur was alive!”

The children gasped. The guide went on.

“The Plesiosaur looked around, and sniffed the air and the Professor was typing out a note to himself that such reptiles had, or rather, have a sense of smell when the creature lunged at him!”

More gasps from the kids.

“The Plesiosaur’s long neck had stretched out but in another instant it slipped back into the water, turning to spit out something and then it swam away.”

The guide was satisfied. The story had produced the desired effect: looks of awe.

“And Parker’s papers and this relic were donated to our museum.”

One of the kids raised her hand.

“But Mr. Wells, if the Plesiosaur escaped and so did Professor Parker, whose bone is that?”

Museum guide Wells smiled. “This, if you didn’t know, was part of Professor Parker’s lunch on that fateful day. Look closely.” Mr. Wells pointed at the bone. “And you can see the tooth marks from a living relic of sixty-five million years ago.”

—end—

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Rainbow Snippets Does “Motor Sports!” Mike Mayak, April 11, 2025.

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Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

Riley and Patrick are back, because the draws for the Flash Fiction Draw Challenge indicated a caper story set at a racetrack involving a set of leg irons. So we’re revving up our engines again for a snippet from my story “Motor Sports.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/04/09/motorsports-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-april-2025-from-mike-mayak-a-k-a-jeff-baker-april-9-2025/

“Okay,” Patrick said. “How much money was taken?”

“None of it,” Riley said. “They didn’t even try to get into the safe. What they did take…” Riley shook his head. “You know those little cardboard boxes we give the customers for the hot dogs?”

“Yeah?” Patrick said.

“Every last one of ‘em. Gone!” Riley said.

“I finished talking to the cops,” Joel said, walking into the office. “At least they made out a report.”

Mystery afoot! Call Sherlock Holmes! Or maybe Donald Strachey!

See you soon with more snippets! —–jeff baker, April 11, 2025

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“Motorsports!” Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Story for April 2025, from Mike Mayak. (A.K.A. Jeff Baker.) April 9, 2025

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Motor Sports

by Mike Mayak

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The draws for the April 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were: a Caper Story, set at a Racetrack, involving a pair of leg irons. I’d just done a racetrack story about a month ago, so this is a sequel. Enjoy! —-mike

“Okay,” Patrick said. “How much money was taken?”

“None of it,” Riley said. “They didn’t even try to get into the safe. What they did take…” Riley shook his head. “You know those little cardboard boxes we give the customers for the hot dogs?”

“Yeah?” Patrick said.

“Every last one of ‘em. Gone!” Riley said.

“I finished talking to the cops,” Joel said, walking into the office. “At least they made out a report.”

Joel was 23, sandy-haired, tall and lean. He was one of Riley’s cousins that Riley had inherited a share in the racetrack with months ago. Riley and his husband Patrick had moved to Kansas from New Jersey to run it and so far everything had run smoothly.

Patrick had said that was probably because while the headline in the Wichita Eagle had said “Gay Couple Takes Over Local Racetrack” nobody read newspapers anymore.

They watched as Joel walked out of the back office of the racetrack attached to the snack bar.

“You know, if we’d just caught the guys, I still have that set of leg irons we got that one year…” Patrick began.

Riley blushed. The shackles had been a gag gift. Just then, Joel rushed back into the office, holding up his cellphone.

“I just called this guy I used to work with. He knows a private detective. He’s coming over here to investigate!”

Riley and Patrick glanced at each other.

“And you’re paying him,” Patrick said.

“Right.” Riley said.

“Right.” Joel said.

Riley sighed. What’s next?

The detective, a nondescript-looking guy in his thirties showed up the next day; introduced himself as “Keller” and inspected the storeroom, the office, the safe and the snack bar up front.

“You really ought to have a security system,” he told Joel, Patrick and Riley.

“Yeah,” they all admitted. Keller handed them a business card.

“These guys are pretty good,” he said.

The security people came out on Monday when the track was closed.

Wednesday night, Patrick and Riley were awakened by a phone call.

At the racetrack, they met with two police officers who had arrested the two men they recognized as their security people. The police had been after this bunch for a while. The perps weren’t even local. They had the caper set up with the “detective.” They installed “security” and came back later to steal the cash. Nobody would think anybody was breaking into a safe where security had been installed if the security system wasn’t going off. And they were the ones who had stolen the hot dog containers.

That was how they did it. Scared folks into calling Keller, then did the phony installation. Joel’s friend had been ripped-off the same way.

When the cops left with the thieves, Riley grinned at Patrick. “Glad you called the police and told you how suspicious you were.” Riley said.

“Yeah,” it helped that I used to date a guy who was a genuine paranoid,” Patrick said. “That taught me a few things.”

“Tomorrow WE are going to get REAL security installed,” Riley said.

“And Joel is paying for it!” Patrick said with a broad smile.

—end—

Here’s that first story “Hot Rod.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/03/07/ride-the-hot-rod-for-friday-flash-fics-from-mike-mayak-march-7-2025/

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Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Draws for April 2025! Capers, Leg Irons and Racetracks!

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Here’s the draws for the April 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge. Followed by my usual long-winded explanation:

A Caper Story

Involving A Set Leg Irons

Set at A Racetrack

Now, on to the details.

Hi! I’m Mike Mayak, I also write as Jeff Baker and I’m the current moderator for the monthly Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, which was started by ‘Nathan Burgoine a few years ago and carried on by Cait Gordon and Jeffrey Ricker. It’s a monthly writing challenge mainly for stress-free fun that anyone can play.

Here’s how it works: the first Monday of every month I draw three cards; a heart, a diamond and a club. These correspond to a list naming a genre, a setting and an object that must appear in the story. Participants write up a flash fiction story, 1,000 words or less, post it to their website and link it here in the comments. I’ll post the results (including, hopefully, one of my own!) on the blog.

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage. So, the results were the Three of Hearts (a Caper Story), the Nine of Diamonds (a Racetrack) and the King of Clubs (A Set of Leg Irons.)

So we will write a caper story, set at a racetrack involving a set of leg irons.

We’ll have the results here in this same space around Monday April 14th, 2025.

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week! And I’m putting the 2025 Flash Draw sheet at the end of this message, again! (* indicates those have been used.)

Thanks for playing, and I’ll see you in about a week!

And have fun!

——mike

Here’s the list:

Flash Draw Sheet for 2025 (“*” indicates prompt has been used.)

Clubs

A A Rusted Knife

*2 A Set of Stereo Speakers

3 A Spare Tire

4 A Moldy Wig

5 A Clown Costume

6 A Bowl Full Of Jelly

7. A Circus Poster

*8 A Bottle Of Poison

9 A Director’s Chair

10 A Bicycle

*J A Hair Sofa

Q A Crystal Ball

*K A Set of Leg Irons

Hearts

A A Mystery

2 A Fairy Tale

*3 A Caper Story

4 A Horror Story

5 A Fantasy

6 Science Fiction

7. A Comedy

*8 A Paranormal Story

*9 A Shaggy Dog Story

10 A Western

J A Romance

Q A Cyberpunk Story

*K Historical Fiction

Diamonds

A A Swimming Pool

2 A Pool Hall

3 A Space Station

4 An Olympic Stadium

5 A Palace

6 A Trolley

*7 A Synagogue

8 A Library

*9 A Race Track

* 10 A Line Outside a Theater

J The Empire State Building

Q A Convenience Store

*K The Australian Outback.

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A Post For Hands Off Day, April 5th, Twenty-Twenty-Five from Jeff Baker.

Wichita, KS Sedgwick County Courthouse

Wanted to find a way to reply to my friends who are protesting all over the country. These words I wrote for a story a few weeks ago say it better than anything new I could come up with.

“Hey,” Kenny said. “You’ve been around on Earth a few years, right?”

“A few hundred, yeah.” Hank said.

“The stuff that’s going on right now. Back home, I mean.” Kenny said. “You think we…the country will make it through it okay?”

“Depends,” Hank said, staring at the rock. “If people sit around and do nothing, no. If they lose interest after a couple of weeks or get discouraged because of time or roadblocks in the way nothing will change. But one person can make a difference by speaking out or even posting online, writing a letter to the editor…One person’s effort could be seen by one other person who it changes. Then they go and affect someone else.” Hank looked over at Kenny.

“One person matters.” Hank said.

They kissed for a few moments standing there in the desert.

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