“ Still Jack did not move. Through a haze of his own blood he stared, the fate of his enemy forgotten. All about the kiosk bodies which had laid so still for the past week were moving. The little figures, not much larger than ants from that height, yawned, sat up and stretched as though it was the commonest thing in the world to take a nap in the midst of Fifth Avenue. It was as if the last swoop of that batlike figure had returned them to consciousness."The world is alive! The world is alive!" Baron croaked wildly as he felt his senses slipping from him. "We have won, June! We have won!" ”
Wallace West
Biographical details
Wallace West (1900–1980), an American science fiction writer, emerged as a significant voice in early 20th-century speculative literature. Active from the 1920s until his death, West’s body of work—spanning short stories like Loup-Garou (1927) and novels such as The Bird of Time (1959) and Lords of Atlantis (1960)—explored themes of temporal displacement, human fragility, and the moral complexities of technological advancement.
His writing, often reworking pre-war short fiction into postwar novels, reflects a concern with existential dilemmas and societal decline, as seen in quotes portraying dystopian settings and psychological breakdown. West’s legacy lies in his contributions to the evolution of pulp science fiction, blending narrative suspense with philosophical exploration.
Quotes by Wallace West
“ In the darkened laboratory the faces of the three listeners stood out like ovals of white cardboard."What do you make of that?" stammered Baron at last."It looks as if the only persons alive, in New York at least, are hashish addicts—the most debased and murderous of drug fiends." The doctor stopped, his eyes dilating with horror. June crept close to him and threw an arm around his shaking shoulders. "Can't you see? Their time-sense expanded too. Like us they were unaffected. But unlike us they use the pure drug. Hashish smokers are without exception homicidal maniacs, vicious criminals. ”
Wallace West, Static (1926)
“ I had dragged Markley’s body out of the greatest danger and leaned over him, with my hands over my ears.“Only Eta stuck to her post, twisting the dials back and forth, but only succeeding in making the vibration greater. It sounded as if all the devils in hell were shrieking, and would yell forever. The cave filled with dust. Through it I could see the girl, quiet and tense, working doggedly—hopelessly. But all things have an end. As I watched in the dim red light, a giant boulder, detached after a repose of centuries, tumbled from the ceiling, crushing both Eta and the radio. ”
