By Dave Dryfoos
The Golden Age of technology Fiction Megapacks are designed to introduce readers to vintage technological know-how fiction writers who may possibly rather be forgotten.
Dave Dryfoos (1915-2003), who produced a gradual circulation of frothy SF tales for the likes of Galaxy technological know-how Fiction, Fantastic Adventures, Startling Stories, Imagination, Future technology Fiction, and others is one such unjustly forgotten author.
About the Megapacks
Over the previous few years, our “Megapack” sequence of booklet anthologies has proved to be one in all our hottest endeavors. (Maybe it is helping that we occasionally provide them as rates to our mailing list!) One query we continue getting requested is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except the place particularly credited) are a gaggle attempt. everybody at Wildside works on them. This comprises John Betancourt, Mary Wickizer Burgess, Sam Cooper, Carla Coupe, Steve Coupe, Bonner Menking, Colin Azariah-Kribbs, Robert Reginald. A. E. Warren, and lots of of Wildside’s authors… who frequently recommend tales to incorporate (and not only their own!)
• Some love it Cold
• Tree, Spare That Woodman
• Blunder Enlightening
• Waste now not, Want
• High Sign
• Uniform of a Man
• Journey Work
• “lest Ye Be Judged…”
• Seller of the Sky
• Something for the Birds
• Facts of Life
• Preferred Position
• Sign of Life
• The Price
• The out of date Spaceman
• Bridge Crossing
• The signal of Homo Sap
• Too Dense to Die
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