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Reading Science Fiction in English _ Crisis! by C. M. Kornbluth
This book is a science fiction novel published by C.M. Kornbluth in Science Fiction Quarterly Spring 1942.
C. M. Kornbluth (1923-1958) was an American science fiction writer.
He published his first work at the young age of 15 and was a member of the science fiction fan group "The Futurians." After serving in World War II, he began his career as a full-time writer.
Kornbluth is also famous for his collaboration with Frederik Pohl, most notably "The Space Merchants" (1953). His works are generally characterized by sharp social criticism and black humor.
His major works include "The Marching Morons" (1951), "The Syndic" (1953), and "Not This August" (1955). Although he sadly died of a heart attack at the young age of 34, his works are considered to have had a significant influence on the science fiction genre, particularly in contributing to the development of dystopian fiction.

Summary
When the Diplomacy Bureau at home is composed of hopeless incompetents, the Venusians are rattling the sabre, and it looks as if an utterly senseless war is going to result, a little screwball stuff can be forgiven?if it works!

If the Karfiness hadn't cut herself badly while she was trimming her chelae one morning the whole mess might never have happened. But fashion decreed that the ropy circle of tentacles about the neck of the female Martian would be worn short that year, and everybody in the Matriarchy, from Girl Guide to the Serene Karfiness herself, obeyed without question.
That was why her temper was short that morning, and why she snapped at the Venusian Plenipotentiary who had come to chat with her concerning the space-mining rights for the following year.

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Contents
Crisis!