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FICTION We have only one fiction title to review this month, but that does not matter, for the book we are going to mention is an important one and it will do a great deal towards spread- ing the science fiction gospel, though at first sight that may seem to be not so. UNBORN TOMORROW by Gil- bert Frankau comes from Macdonald and Co. (16 Mad- dox Street, London, W.1) at 12s. 6d. This is quite a high price for a novel, but we think that it is justified. This is a long book. Its quality is higher than most. It is well produced. And it will grace the shelves of even the most exacting collector. Gilbert Frankau is known as a quality writer. UNBORN TOMORROW is his last story. It is also, we think, his highest quality book. Some people will call it fantasy, and the point is arguable. But granted that to 147 be true, it is fantasy so near to science fiction that it is as near as makes no difference. Written in gentle, elegant prose, spacious and unhurried, the story follows its slyly humorous way through the ad- ventures of a soldier of the old school, the local squire, a huntin’, shootin’, fishin’ man of red blood and _ straight shoulder, a “piece of England’s backbone.” : Nothing remarkable about that? But the adventures of Sir David Ian Muretla of Cod- dingham Keep take place in the fiftieth century! Di(Sir David’s soubriquet) took a toss when out hunting at the grand old age of sixty-eight and woke up in the year 4952. Things were very different. UNBORN TOMORROW is a re- freshing change from the pessimism of most futuristic novels. In a sense, it is 1984 in reverse. Naturally, there had connicloooks.com