I have been fascinated by Charles Eric Maine since I learnt that he wrote the first sci fi radio drama, Spaceways (1952). In those days Maine (the pseudonym of David McIlwain, 1921-81) was at the forefront of postwar British sci fi, a more literary version of Arthur C Clarke. I say that because Maine was much more rooted in popular fiction than the scientific Clarke; Spaceways, in many ways, is a detective story with a technological setting. But Maine was not able to maintain his standards. B.E.A.S.T. (1966) is A for Andromeda with an added dash of nympho dolly birds.
Having recently read Andromeda I was straightaway startled by just how similar this is. Setting, standpoint, theme - all pretty much identical. Obviously Maine has done more than just change the names, but not much more. The sci fi element in both is the creation of new life forms by computing. The computers in both are housed in remote Cold War facilities where isolated men and women go slightly off the rails. Our hero Mark Harland is sent in by the Department of Special Services (quite a promising idea, I thought) to follow up a whistleblower report that the Research Director of RU8, Dr Charles Howard Gilley, is spending a lot of time on an off-the-books project. Given that the official remit of RU8 is genetic warfare, clearly this is something that needs looking into.
So off Harland goes. Everyone other than Dr Gilley is standard fare hearty young scientific males interested in pubs and girls in that order. The object of their shared lust is super-hot programmer Synove Rayner. She is Swedish and blonde, this is 1966, so of course she responds with enthusiasm and soon falls prey to Harland's wiles because he is to all intents and purposes a spy and, moreover, a spy who already has a 'congential nympho) on the go in London.
The mysogyny is of its period but still hard to ignore.
Dr Gilley, on the other hand, is obsessed with his not so secret program, the Biological Evolutionary Animal Simulation Test - an intelligent entity which has been evolving on the computers and which is now possessed of an enquiring mind. Its main interest, currently, is sex. So Gilley has snapped gyneological photos of the ever-helpful Synove to feed in to the data banks. He has also taken in a big way to vodka. It all ends badly, of course. I was inescapably reminded of the end of King Kong, albeit on a more modest British scale.
In conclusion, B.E.A.S.T is highly derivative, fairly predictable, and a repository of some very outdated attitudes. But Maine is nevertheless a skilled writer and his work is never dull. With a bit of toleration this story is good fun with some effective moments. I enjoyed some of the period incidentals - none of your fancypants memory sticks here, it's good old manilla folders for Mark Harland.
It is such a shame that Maine, for whatever reason, couldn't realise the early promise shown by Spaceways.
ALSO BY CHARLES ERIC MAINE and reviewed on this blog: Spaceways, The Isotope Man, The Tide Went Out, and The Darkest of Nights.

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