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Tales from the White Hart (Arthur C. Clarke Collection: Short Stories) [Kindle Edition]

Arthur C. Clarke
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In the White Hart Pub in London just north of Fleet Street, Harry Purvis holds court-a consummate tall-tale teller who always has a good story up his sleeve. He is joined by science fiction writers Samuel Youd, John Wyndham, and Clarke himself-all under pseudonyms, and all trying to outdo each other with their outlandish tales of science and invention.

Inspired by the Jorkens collections by Lord Dunsany, this collection of stories is Clarke's third-and, while they were written in locations as diverse as New York and Sydney, they all have a distinctly English flavor. Written by one of the genre's most important authors, Tales of the White Hart is sure to delight Clarke fans, lovers of science fiction, and anyone who appreciates a good tall tale.


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You come upon the "White Hart" quite unexpectedly in one of these anonymous little lanes leading down from Fleet Street to the Embankment. It's no use telling you where it is: very few people who have set out in a determined effort to get there have actually arrived. For the first dozen visits a guide is essential: after that you'll probably be all right if you close your eyes and rely on instinct. Also--to be perfectly frank--we don't want any more customers, at least on our night. The place is already uncomfortably crowded. All that I'll say about its location is that it shakes occasionally with the vibration of newspaper presses, and that if you crane out of the window of the gent's room you can just see the Thames.

From the outside, it looks like any other pub--as indeed it is for five days of the week. The public and saloon bars are on the ground floor: there are the usual vistas of brown oak panelling and frosted glass, the bottles behind the bar, the handles of the beer engines ... nothing out of the ordinary at all. Indeed, the only concession to the twentieth century is the juke box in the public bar. It was installed during the war in a laughable attempt to make G.I.'s feel at home, and one of the first things we did was to make sure there was no danger of its ever working again.

At this point I had better explain who "we" are. That is not as easy as I thought it was going to be when I started, for a complete catalogue of the "White Hart's" clients would probably be impossible and would certainly be excruciatingly tedious. So all I'll say at this point is that "we" fall into three main classes. First there are the journalists, writers and editors. The journalists, of course, gravitated here from Fleet Street. Those who couldn't make the grade fled elsewhere: the tougher ones remained. As for the writers, most of them heard about us from other writers, came here for copy, and got trapped.

Where there are writers, of course, there are sooner or later editors. If Drew, our landlord, got a percentage on the literary business done in his bar, he'd be a rich man. (We suspect he is a rich man, anyway.) One of our wits once remarked that it was a common sight to see half a dozen indignant authors arguing with a hard-faced editor in one corner of the "White Hart," while in another, half a dozen indignant editors argued with a hard-faced author.

So much for the literary side: you will have, I'd better warn you, ample opportunities for close-ups later. Now let us glance briefly at the scientists. How did they get in here?

Well, Birkbeck College is only across the road, and King's is just a few hundred yards along the Strand. That's doubtless part of the explanation, and again personal recommendation had a lot to do with it. Also, many of our scientists are writers, and not a few of our writers are scientists. Confusing, but we like it that way.

The third portion of our little microcosm consists of what may be loosely termed "interested laymen." They were attracted to the "White Hart" by the general brouhaha, and enjoyed the conversation and company so much that they now come along regularly every Wednesday--which is the day when we all get together. Sometimes they can't stand the pace and fall by the wayside, but there's always a fresh supply.

With such potent ingredients, it is hardly surprising that Wednesday at the "White Hart" is seldom dull. Not only have some remarkable stories been told there, but remarkable things have happened there. For example, there was the time when Professor --, passing through on his way to Harwell, left behind a brief-case containing--well, we'd better not go into that, even though we did so at the time. And most interesting it was, too.... Any Russian agents will find me in the corner under the dartboard. I come high, but easy terms can be arranged.

Now that I've finally thought of the idea, it seems astonishing to me that none of my colleagues has ever got round to writing up these stories. Is it a question of being so close to the wood that they can't see the trees? Or is it lack of incentive? No, the last explanation can hardly hold: several of them are quite as hard up as I am, and have complained with equal bitterness about Drew's "NO CREDIT" rule. My only fear, as I type these words on my old Remington Noiseless, is that John Christopher or George Whitley or John Beynon are already hard at work using up the best material. Such as, for instance, the story of the Fenton Silencer....

I don't know when it began: one Wednesday is much like another and it's hard to tag dates on to them. Besides, people may spend a couple of months lost in the "White Hart" crowd before you first notice their existence. That had probably happened to Harry Purvis, because when I first came aware of him he already knew the names of most of the people in our crowd. Which is more than I do these days, now that I come to think of it.

But though I don't know when, I know exactly how it all started. Bert Huggins was the catalyst, or, to be more accurate, his voice was. Bert's voice would catalyse anything. When he indulges in a confidential whisper, it sounds like a sergeant major drilling an entire regiment. And when he lets himself go, conversation languishes elsewhere while we all wait for those cute little bones in the inner ear to resume their accustomed places.

He had just lost his temper with John Christopher (we all do this at some time or other) and the resulting detonation had disturbed the chess game in progress at the back of the saloon bar. As usual, the two players were surrounded by backseat drivers, and we all looked up with a start as Bert's blast whammed overhead. When the echoes died away, someone said: "I wish there was a way of shutting him up."

It was then that Harry Purvis replied: "There is, you know."

Not recognising the voice, I looked round. I saw a small, neatly-dressed man in the late thirties. He was smoking one of those carved German pipes that always makes me think of cuckoo clocks and the Black Forest. That was the only unconventional thing about him: otherwise he might have been a minor Treasury official all dressed up to go to a meeting of the Public Accounts Committee.

"I beg your pardon?" I said.

He took no notice, but made some delicate adjustments to his pipe. It was then that I noticed that it wasn't, as I'd thought at first glance, an elaborate piece of wood carving. It was something much more sophisticated--a contraption of metal and plastic like a small chemical engineering plant. There were even a couple of minute valves. My God, it was a chemical engineering plant....

I don't goggle any more easily than the next man, but I made no attempt to hide my curiosity. He gave me a superior smile.

"All for the cause of science. It's an idea of the Biophysics Lab. They want to find out exactly what there is in tobacco smoke--hence these filters. You know the old argument--does smoking cause cancer of the tongue, and if so, how? The trouble is that it takes an awful lot of--er--distillate to identify some of the obscurer bye-products. So we have to do a lot of smoking."

"Doesn't it spoil the pleasure to have all this plumbing in the way?"

"I don't know. You see, I'm just a volunteer. I don't smoke."

"Oh," I said. For the moment, that seemed the only reply. Then I remembered how the conversation had started.

"You were saying," I continued with some feeling, for there was still a slight tintinus in my left ear, "that there was some way of shutting up Bert. We'd all like to hear it--if that isn't mixing metaphors somewhat."

"I was thinking," he replied, after a couple of experimental sucks and blows, "of the ill-fated Fenton Silencer. A sad story--yet, I feel, one with an interesting lesson for us all. And one day--who knows?--someone may perfect it and earn the blessings of the world."

Suck, bubble, bubble, plop....

"Well, let's hear the story. When did it happen?"

He sighed.

"I'm almost sorry I mentioned it. Still, since you insist--and, of course, on the understanding that it doesn't go beyond these walls."

"Er--of course."

"Well, Rupert Fenton was one of our lab assistants. A very bright youngster, with a good mechanical background, but, naturally, not very well up in theory. He was always making gadgets in his spare time. Usually the idea was good, but as he was shaky on fundamentals the things hardly ever worked. That didn't seem to discourage him: I think he fancied himself as a latter-day Edison, and imagined he could make his fortune from the radio tubes and other oddments lying around the lab. As his tinkering didn't interfere with his work, no-one objected: indeed, the physics demonstrators did their best to encourage him, because, after all, there is something refreshing about any form of enthusiasm. But no-one expected he'd ever get very far, because I don't suppose he could even integrate e to the x."

"Is such ignorance possible?" gasped someone.

"Maybe I exaggerate. Let's say x e to the x. Anyway, all his knowledge was entirely practical--rule of thumb, you know. Give him a wiring diagram, however complicated, and he could make the apparatus for you. But unless it was something really simple, like a television set, he wouldn't understand how it worked. The trouble was, he didn't realise his limitations. And that, as you'll see, was most unfortunate.

"I think he must have got the idea while watching the Honours Physics students doing some experiments in acoustics. I take it, of course, that you all understand the phenomenon of interference?"

"Naturally," I replied.

"Hey!" said one of the chess-players, who had given up trying to concentrate on the game (probably because he was ...

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20 of 20 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Science humour, a new genre? August 19, 2000
Format:Paperback
A series of short stories, tales told in a bar (the White Hart) among a group of scientists, writers, and laymen. The central story-teller is one Henry Purvis, an obnoxious fellow with a trick of pausing at the climax for a new draught beer, whom no one has yet managed to prove a liar. He tells almost believable tales of science and wouldn't-it-be-nice science. One learns of a silencer that silences more than guns, a carnivorous orchid with a secret, a ballistic computer with a sense of humour. Much of the delight in the tales arises from the fact that they were written in the 1950's, and it is amazing how much Clarke could see of the future. I suspect Clarke may have felt he'd written himself into a corner, because the series of tales and the book end rather suddenly, with a hint for the future but no real hope that Purvis will be back. A delghtful find, to be read by all who enjoy Clarke, bar stories, science fiction, and humour.
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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Stars and bars September 21, 2003
Format:Paperback
If you can think of one set of SF short stories involving tall tales told in bars, it's probably Spider Robinson's 'Callahan's' series. But if you can think of two, this is probably the second.

Although never as big a Clarke fan as I've been of Asimov and Heinlein, I still have fond memories of several of Clarke's books. _Rendezvous with Rama_ is probably his best novel and it's been one of my favorites of his since it was first published. His short stories, too, are generally of high quality (remember e.g. 'The Nine Billion Names of God'?).

The series of tales collected herein is a bit different (for Clarke). For one thing, they're _funny_ -- Arthur C. Clarke funny, that is, not Douglas Adams funny, but funny all the same.

They're on the light side and they're deftly executed. But don't expect guffaws; in order to appreciate Harry Purvis and his stories, you pretty much have to be the sort of person who thinks 'The Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch' is a funny title.

If you've read Clarke but you haven't read this book, grab a copy and see what you think. The 'White Hart' isn't Callahan's, but it's a pleasant place to hang out and listen to some tall tales.
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20 of 22 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars 5 Stars for the Book - 0 Stars for Rosetta April 17, 2013
Format:Kindle Edition
A brief warning: While 'Tales From the White Hart' is a wonderful book, the Kindle edition listed here is by Rosetta Books, which means it is quite likely an absolutely terrible ebook as far as quality is concerned. (See two of my earlier reviews of Rosetta ebooks I actually purchased) Rosetta has a well-known reputation for producing some of the shoddiest ebooks ever sold, with terrible OCR, little or no proofreading or correcting, with some editions actually missing whole sentences or paragraphs.

I'm a lifelong fan (55 years now) of SF in general, and Arthur C. Clarke in particular, yet as soon as I saw who the "publisher" is, I decided to skip this daily deal...even for $1.99...which should tell you all you need to know about Rosetta.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Science Fiction Tall Tales - A great comic relief! September 25, 1998
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Format:Paperback
"Tales From the White Heart" brings some true fun into science fiction reading; a break from the deadly serious which is so often the hallmark of sci-fi. Like tall tales of the old west, the stories here are almost believeable, which makes them perfect for the English Pub background. Presented in short-story form, the book makes easy evening reading. I highly recommend "Tales From the White Heart" for both serious and casual sci-fi readers, from adolescent up.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Clarke as the master of the scientific tall tale August 31, 2011
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Arthur C. Clarke

Tales from the White Hart

Sidgwick and Jackson, Paperback, 1972.
12mo. 156 pp. Preface by Arthur Clarke dated ''New York, May 1969'' [pp. 5-6]. A short biographical note titled ''About Arthur C. Clarke'', signed identically and consisting almost entirely of quotations [pp. 156-57, unnumbered].

First published, 1957.

Contents*

Preface
Silence, Please! [1950]
Big Game Hunt [1956]
Patent Pending [1956]
Armaments Race [1954]
Critical Mass [1949]
The Ultimate Melody [1957]
The Pacifist [1956]
The Next Tenants [1957]
Moving Spirit [1957]
The Man Who Ploughed the Sea [1957]
The Reluctant Orchid [1956]
Cold War [1957]
What Goes Up [1956]
Sleeping Beauty [1957]
The Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch [1957]

About Arthur C. Clarke

* In square brackets: the year of first publication, usually in a magazine.

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This is Arthur Clarke's third short story collection - and certainly the most unusual one he ever published. It is important to establish immediately that this is the only case where Clarke deliberately wrote fantasy, or scientific "tall tales" as he charmingly calls them. Naturally, too, the prime purpose of such tales is pure and uninhibited entertainment.

The ''White Hart" must be one of the most famous pubs in fiction, a most amazing place where scientists, publishers and science fiction writers (what a combination!) get together every Wednesday evening.
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Most Recent Customer Reviews
5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful tales in the classic style
I had read the book back in the 60's and loved it then. Pulling, this memory off the shelf was a pure joy again. Why can't they write like this anymore.
Published 8 days ago by Stephen L. Mcconnell
4.0 out of 5 stars A Fun Read
This was a fun collection of "tall tales' as Clarke called them. He seemed to say that these kinds of stories were lacking in science fiction. Read more
Published 16 days ago by Scychry
5.0 out of 5 stars Once a classic, always a classic!
These stories are still fresh and entertaining after all these years. What a joy to revisit them in the 21st century!
Published 27 days ago by David Chamberlain
4.0 out of 5 stars Clarke's talent for story telling shows through
(caveat: based on a sixty year old memory)

Short stories are harder to write than novels, I believe. Read more
Published 1 month ago by Amazon Customer
2.0 out of 5 stars Chagrined that I bought it, and started it
I bought this because I read an old review, and I thought it sounded good. Unfortunately, I have been trudging through it, very slowly (because I always finish a book once I start... Read more
Published 2 months ago by anne s.
3.0 out of 5 stars Amusing
No deep thought required for these amusing and trivial tales. If that's what you're in the mood for, they're fine.
Published 3 months ago by SapphireSkies
4.0 out of 5 stars Holds up after all these years
I read this about 20 years ago and it still holds up today. These are almost unbelievable stories told in a bar, but stories stories that cannot be proved (or disproved). Read more
Published 6 months ago by Richard Daniel
5.0 out of 5 stars Classic Clarke
Really good early work by A. C. Clarke. Easy to read in short bursts, each chapter holds its own yet they all tie together.
Published 9 months ago by don
5.0 out of 5 stars Great Collection of Short Stories
I think that I have read just about everything I can find from Arthur C. Clarke and have embarked on a quest to purchase as many of his books that I can. Read more
Published 9 months ago by bruledoux
5.0 out of 5 stars New to Arthur Clarke
I don't usually read science fiction but I loved this collection as an introduction to the genre.

I will definitely read more of his stories.
Published 9 months ago by Eleanore Miller
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"SIR ARTHUR C. CLARKE (1917-2008) wrote the novel and co-authored the screenplay for 2001: A Space Odyssey. He has been knighted by Queen Elizabeth II, and he is the only science-fiction writer to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. His fiction and nonfiction have sold more than one hundred million copies in print worldwide.



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