Picture Bride — Key Ideas to Explore

(0 User reviews)   216
In Category - Space Future
Emshwiller, Ed, 1925-1990 [Illustrator], Samachson, Joseph, 1906-1980 Project Gutenberg 2016 Not confirmed
Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
Project Gutenberg digital edition en

Edition facts

Words 4,866
Reading time 22 min
Text sections 1

The source record for Picture Bride — Key Ideas to Explore measures this digital text at 4,866 words, 22 min estimated reading time, and 1 detected text section.

The text analysis averages about 17.5 words per sentence, while the detected sections provide another way to judge how the source is divided.

Project Gutenberg metadata also associates the work with “Science fiction,” connecting these edition facts with the source record’s subject description.

Joseph Samachson's 1955 story uses a skeptical narrator and a scientist's cryptic confession to build a time-travel romance around a photograph. The opening dialogue reveals character through diction and hesitation, while the narrative voice grounds speculative elements in mundane family dynamics.
Share
Editorial Edition Score 4.3/5

Calculated from edition completeness, EPUB availability, text structure and catalogue metadata. Not a user rating.

How this score is calculated
  • Description quality20 pts
  • Title & short description10 pts
  • Source metadata20 pts
  • Text length15 pts
  • Chapters / structure15 pts
  • EPUB file integrity20 pts

Total of 100 points, scaled to a 2.5-5.0 range. Editions with an empty description or a missing EPUB file are not scored.

Edition quality

Read the Text

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction June 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

As pretty as a picture? Yes, because that was all she was ... or would become some day!

My brother, Perry, always was a bit cracked. As a kid, he almost blew up our house doing experiments. When he was eighteen, he wrote poetry, but fortunately that didn't last long and he went back to science.

Now, when he showed me this picture, I figured he'd had a relapse of some kind. "This is the girl I'm in love with," he said.

She wasn't bad. Not bad at all, even if her clothes were crazy. She wasn't my type--too brainy-looking--although I could see how some guys would go for her. "I thought you liked blondes."

"I wouldn't give you two cents for all the blondes in Hollywood," he answered. "This is the only girl for me."

"You sound as if you've got it bad," I said. "You going to marry her?"

His face dropped about a mile. "I can't."

"You mean she's married already?" I was surprised. This wasn't like Perry at all.

He sort of hesitated, as if he was afraid of saying too much. "No, she isn't married. I asked her about that. But I can't marry her because--well, I've never met her. All I've seen of her is this picture and a few more. She doesn't live here."

"You mean she's in Europe?" I've heard of these love affairs by mail, and they never made much sense to me. I said to Perry, "Why can't she come to this country?"

"Oh, there are a lot of things in the way."

It sounded worse and worse. I said, "Look, Perry, this smells like a racket to me. It's the kind of thing a couple of shrewd operators cook up to take some hick for a ride. I'm surprised at you falling for it. How do you know there really is a dame like that in Europe? Anybody can send pictures----"

"You've got it all wrong," he said. "I've spoken to her."

"By phone? How do you know who's on the other end? You hear a dame's voice you never heard before. What makes you think it's hers?"

Again he didn't seem to want to talk, as if he had some secret to hide. But I guess he felt like getting things off his chest, too, or he wouldn't have opened up in the first place. And he had already told me enough so that if he didn't tell me more he'd sound like a dope.

So after hesitating even longer than before, he said, "Let's get this straight, George. This is no racket. I've seen and talked to her at the same time. And the things she talked about, no con man would know."

"You've seen and talked to her at the same time? You mean by TV? I don't believe it. They can't send TV to Europe."

"I didn't say it was TV. And I didn't say she lived in Europe."

"That's exactly what you did say. Or maybe you meant she lived on Mars?"

"No. She's an American."

"This makes less and less sense to me. Where did you meet her?"

He turned red, and squirmed all over the place. Finally he said, "Right here in my own laboratory."

"In your own laboratory! But you said you never met her in the flesh!"

"I didn't. Not really by TV either. The fact is--she isn't born yet."

I backed away from him. When he was a kid and blew up our kitchen, I didn't like it. When he wrote poetry, I was kind of ashamed and didn't want my pals to know he was my brother. Now, I was really scared. Everything he had been saying in the last ten minutes began to make sense, but a screwy kind of sense.

He saw how I felt. "Don't worry, George, I haven't gone crazy. Her time is 2973, more than a thousand years from now. The only way I've seen and talked to her is on a time-contact machine."

"A kind of time machine. It can't send material objects back and forth across time, as far as I know, but it can send certain waves, especially the kind we use to transmit signals. That's how she and I could talk to each other and see each other."

"Perry, I think you ought to see a good doctor."

"It's a remarkable device," he said, paying no attention to how I was trying to help him. "She's the one who first constructed it and contacted me. It's based on an extension of Einstein's equations----"

The story opens with a blunt declaration: "My brother, Perry, always was a bit cracked." This sentence, delivered by narrator George, establishes a tone of affectionate exasperation that colors the entire excerpt. The dialogue that follows—Perry's halting confession about loving a woman he has never met—is built on a series of evasions and reluctant clarifications. George's skepticism is voiced through colloquial, grounded questions: "You mean she's in Europe?" and "How do you know who's on the other end?" The author uses these exchanges to delay the revelation of the story's speculative premise, letting the reader piece together the unusual nature of Perry's relationship from his embarrassed pauses and George's growing bewilderment.

Diction and the Skeptical Narrator

George's language is deliberately ordinary, filled with idioms like "got it bad" and "smells like a racket." This colloquial register contrasts with Perry's more precise, hesitant speech. When Perry says, "I've seen and talked to her at the same time," the phrasing is careful, almost legalistic. George's response—"You mean by TV? I don't believe it"—shows his mind reaching for familiar technology. The author uses this mismatch to create tension: the reader, like George, is forced to consider possibilities beyond the mundane. The narrator's voice is consistent, never slipping into scientific jargon, which keeps the story grounded in a recognizable domestic setting even as the plot moves toward the fantastic.

Dialogue as Revelation and Concealment

Perry's dialogue is marked by hesitation and strategic omission. The text notes that "he sort of hesitated, as if he was afraid of saying too much." This pattern repeats: he avoids direct answers, then reluctantly provides more information. The author uses this technique to control the pace of revelation. For instance, when George asks where Perry met the woman, Perry "turned red, and squirmed all over the place" before finally admitting, "Right here in my own laboratory." The dialogue does not just convey plot; it reveals character. Perry's embarrassment suggests the relationship is not merely long-distance but violates some unspoken norm. George's blunt, incredulous questions—"This makes less and less sense to me"—mirror the reader's own confusion, making the gradual disclosure feel earned.

Description and the Role of the Picture

The photograph is the story's central object, yet the author provides only minimal description: "She wasn't bad. Not bad at all, even if her clothes were crazy." George's assessment is superficial, focusing on appearance and his own preferences. The picture's function is not to paint a vivid image but to serve as a catalyst for Perry's confession. The author withholds details about the woman's appearance, instead emphasizing Perry's emotional response. The phrase "as pretty as a picture? Yes, because that was all she was" (from the story's subtitle) hints at the picture's ambiguous reality. This restraint in description forces the reader to focus on the characters' reactions rather than the visual, aligning with the story's interest in perception and belief.

Structure and the Unreliable Confession

The narrative is structured as a series of revelations, each prompted by George's persistent questioning. The author uses a pattern: George makes an assumption, Perry corrects it partially, then George presses further. This creates a rhythm of doubt and confirmation. For example, George assumes the woman is in Europe; Perry says she is an American. George assumes they met by phone; Perry says he has seen and spoken to her simultaneously. Each correction raises new questions. The structure mirrors an interrogation, with George as the skeptic and Perry as the reluctant informant. The author never lets Perry fully explain himself within the excerpt, leaving the reader in a state of incomplete knowledge—a deliberate choice that builds suspense and emphasizes the story's central mystery.

Readers should pay close attention to what Perry does not say. The author's choice to filter the fantastic through a skeptical, colloquial narrator creates a distinctive tension between the ordinary and the extraordinary. The story's effectiveness depends on this voice, which treats the impossible as a problem to be solved rather than a wonder to be admired. The excerpt offers a masterclass in using dialogue to reveal character while withholding information.

That rainy afternoon, I kept thinking about how Samachson’s narrator holds the photograph like a fragile excuse for memory—the past peeking through the static. The book made me wonder about the reporter’s other files, the ones left unread. Later, almost without deciding, I found myself reaching for Progress Report — Edition Insights, and the quiet seemed to shift. There, too, a story waits between the lines, patient as wet pavement.

There are no reviews for this eBook.

0
0 out of 5 (0 User reviews )

Add a Review

Your Rating *
There are no comments for this eBook.

Reader reflection

How did this book work for you?

Your answers remain private and are stored only in this browser.

Your progress 0 / 10
1

Which reading stage best describes you?

2

What was your overall reaction to the book?

3

Would you encourage someone else to read it?

4

How much effort did this book require?

Related eBooks