{"id":260,"date":"2021-01-10T22:24:23","date_gmt":"2021-01-10T22:24:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=260"},"modified":"2021-01-29T14:15:48","modified_gmt":"2021-01-29T14:15:48","slug":"the-day-the-aliens-came-by-robert-sheckley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=260","title":{"rendered":"The Day the Aliens Came by Robert Sheckley"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong><em>The Day the Aliens Came<\/em><\/strong> by Robert Sheckley (<em>New Legends<\/em>, edited by Greg Bear &amp; Martin H. Greenberg, 1995) gets off to a quirky start when an alien Synestrian (they appear similar to humans but have  faces that look as if they have melted) comes to the writer\u2019s door wanting to buy a story. They come to a deal and, when the writer finishes the story, he takes it to the alien and gets the latter\u2019s notes:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-style-default is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>[The] Synester said, \u201cthis character you have in here, Alice.\u201d<br>\u201cYes, Alice,\u201d I said, though I couldn\u2019t quite remember writing an Alice into the story. Could he be referring to Alsace, the province in France? I decided not to question him. No sense appearing dumb on my own story.<br>\u201cNow, this Alice,\u201d he said, \u201cshe\u2019s the size of a small country, isn\u2019t she?\u201d<br>He was definitely referring to Alsace, the province in France, and I had lost the moment when I could correct him. \u201cYes,\u201d I said, \u201cthat\u2019s right, just about the size of a small country.\u201d<br>\u201cWell, then,\u201d he said, \u201cwhy don\u2019t you have Alice fall in love with a bigger country in the shape of a pretzel?\u201d<br>\u201cA what?\u201d I said.<br>\u201cPretzel,\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s a frequently used image in Synestrian popular literature. Synestrians like to read that sort of thing.\u201d<br>\u201cDo they?\u201d I said.<br>\u201cYes,\u201d he said. \u201cSynestrians like to imagine people in the shape of pretzels. You stick that in, it\u2019ll make it more visual.\u201d<br>\u201cVisual,\u201d I said, my mind a blank.<br>\u201cYes,\u201d he said, \u201cbecause we gotta consider the movie possibilities.\u201d<br>\u201cYes, of course,\u201d I said, remembering that I got sixty percent [of the movie rights].&nbsp; p. 356 (<em>Year\u2019s Best SF<\/em>, edited by David Hartwell)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>This extract pretty much sums up the quirky, offbeat tone of the story. Unfortunately the following scenes are equally as odd: we learn that his wife is also an alien; a family of Capellans turn up in their house as uninvited guests; the writer\u2019s home is burgled when they are out but the Capellans just watch; the Capellan\u2019s baby is kidnapped and they don\u2019t seem to care; the couple watch a show where a man eats small aliens that congregate on his plate; the couple\u2019s baby arrives before the wife goes into labour; etc.)<br>This just seems like random, pointless nonsense, and seems typical of what I\u2019ve read of Sheckley\u2019s late period work. I don\u2019t know if he forgot how to write normal stories, or whether he was attempting to write some kind of modernist or post-modernist humour but, either way, it\u2019s not worth your time.<br>&#8211; (Awful). 3,800 words.<br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Day the Aliens Came by Robert Sheckley (New Legends, edited by Greg Bear &amp; Martin H. Greenberg, 1995) gets off to a quirky start when an alien Synestrian (they appear similar to humans but have faces that look as if they have melted) comes to the writer\u2019s door wanting to buy a story. 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