Somewhere in September I finished The Best Short Stories of Fredric Brown, an SF collection I started on holiday in Lewis. Further to the post on the two SF short story collections I did finish on holiday, his writings have not endured as the publisher and editor thought they would and deserved to. The stories were fine, but a bit disappointing, given the build up on blurb and intro. It was a collection which drew together two US collections, Space On My Hands (1953) and Nightmares And Geezenstacks (1961). It didn't make me want to seek out more of his writing.