The Death of SF

There has fallen into my clutches a copy of “The New SF”, which is described as an anthology of “modern speculative fiction” from 1969. And it’s just crap. The “fiction” is just words thrown onto the page and not very interesting sets of words at that. The “authors” make little or no attempt to tell a story. They just expect the reader to fall over in amazement at their cleverness. No wonder all the British SF mags, like New Worlds, died off at this time.