In recent years in Montreal, as elsewhere around the world, "little libraries" have been popping up. These are wooden boxes with latched doors, placed on poles at a comfortable height, which are often nicely decorated and in which passers-by place books they no longer want to keep and/or take books that others have left there. This year my husband and I have found two such libraries within a 10-minute walk of our home, and we have both placed into and taken out books from both boxes every now and then. One such "find" recently was New Worlds SF 160, a British science fiction magazine edited by Michael Moorcock and published in book form back in 1966. This issue includes half of a novel by John Brunner entitled "The Evil That Men Do," as well as short stories by Roger Zelazny ("For A Breath I Tarry" - the best story here in my opinion), J.G. Ballard ("Visions of Hell"), Moorcock's own "Phase 3," Langdon Jones' "The Great Clock," and a few other stories, plus a short poem and a number of very literary book reviews. I found it to be a really interesting artifact of a period in sf/f history some 50 years ago - most of these authors were part of the New Wave back in those days, a time when science fiction in particular was being liberated from the confines of the space opera/evil alien monsters tropes and expanding into truly speculative realms. Unfortunately none of these men seemed able to consider expanding their idea of women; in fact, there are almost no female characters in any of the stories at all. David I. Masson's "Psychosmosis" comes closest to including women, in that there are equal numbers of males and females in his story; but Charles Platt's "Disaster Story," in which the author describes how he would write a "last man on Earth after the apocalypse" tale, shows what place women would have in his new world: "I will meet the last woman on Earth. She will be young and physically attractive and she will love me and serve me unquestioningly.... I will still remain the only person existing, for I shall certainly not treat her like one.... She shall be made happy, but she is to serve me obediently and love me and answer my whims of passion." Sigh. We can be glad of the wave of feminist sf/f writers who came along in the wake of the New Wave, if only to put an end to that previously accepted sexism. ( )