Here is the story which fought Zelazny’s “He Who Shapes” to a standstill for the novella award. It is set not in the far future or even in the familiar present, but in that curiously bright and timeless late-Victorian world, glimpsed as if through the wrong end of a telescope, in which the wonderful events of H. G. Wells’ stories take place.

The author of this brilliant pastiche was born in the mid-twenties into the East Anglia depicted as background to “The Saliva Tree,” where many farms still had their own little electricity generators. He has been Literary Editor of the Oxford Mail for eight years. He made a happy second marriage in 1965, now lives in a beautiful old sixteenth-century thatched house in Oxfordshire, “seeing slightly crazy visions.”

Nebula Award, Best Novella 1965 (tied with “He Who Shapes,” by Roger Zelazny)