The 32nd Golden Age of Science Fiction Megapack: Featuring the Classic Science Fiction of Frederik Pohl (Golden Age of SF Megapack, Book 32)
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The Golden Age of Science Fiction Megapacks are designed to introduce readers to classic science fiction writers who might otherwise be forgotten.
Frederik George Pohl, Jr. (November 26, 1919 – September 2, 2013) was an American science fiction writer, editor and fan, with a career spanning more than seventy-five years—from his first published work, the 1937 poem “Elegy to a Dead Satellite: Luna,” to the 2011 novel “All the Lives He Led” and articles and essays published in 2012.
From about 1959 until 1969, Pohl edited Galaxy and its sister magazine If; the latter won three successive annual Hugo Awards as the year’s best professional magazine. His 1977 novel “Gateway” won four year’s best novel awards: the Hugo voted by convention participants, the Locus voted by magazine subscribers, the Nebula voted by American science fiction writers, and the juried academic John W. Campbell Memorial Award. He won the Campbell Memorial Award again for the 1984 collection of novellas Years of the City, one of two repeat winners during the first forty years. For his 1979 novel Jem, Pohl won a U.S. National Book Award in the one-year category Science Fiction. It was a finalist for three other years’ best novel awards.
The Science Fiction Writers of America named Pohl its 12th recipient of the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award in 1993 and he was inducted by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame in 1998, its third class of two dead and two living writers.
Pohl won the Hugo Award for Best Fan Writer in 2010, for his blog, “The Way the Future Blogs.”
About the Megapacks
Over the last few years, our “Megapack” series of ebook anthologies has proved to be one of our most popular endeavors. (Maybe it helps that we sometimes offer them as premiums to our mailing list!) One question we keep getting asked is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except where specifically credited) are a group effort. Everyone at Wildside works on them. This includes John Betancourt, Mary Wickizer Burgess, Sam Cooper, Carla Coupe, Steve Coupe, Bonner Menking, Colin Azariah-Kribbs, Robert Reginald. A. E. Warren, and many of Wildside’s authors… who often suggest stories to include (and not just their own!)
• “Plague of Pythons” was originally published as a two-part serial in Galaxy Magazine, October and December 1962
• “The Day of the Boomer Dukes” was originally published in Future Science Fiction No. 30 (1956)
• “My Lady Greensleeves” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, February 1957
• “The Tunnel Under the World” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, January 1955
• “Pythias” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, February 1955
• “Search the Sky”, by Frederik Pohl and C. M. Kornbluth was originally published in 1954
• “The Hated” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, January 1958
• “The Knights of Arthur” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, January 1958
• “Survival Kit” was originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, May 1957
• “Preferred Risk”, by Frederik Pohl and Lester del Rey, was originally published as a 3-part serial in Galaxy Science Fiction, June to August 1955
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