For most readers, Forster is identified with A Passage to India (1924)- which those who haven't read intend some day to read, and those who have intend to reread. He had written a number of novels, some short stories and essays prior to that, and since then he has published erratically and at long intervals-Abinger Harvest, '36, his last. Now comes this collection of short stories,- fantasy, with an other world quality, a haunting seriness, often fascinating, often morbid. There's a strange sense of an identity of two worlds- the world we live in and a world of the spirit (not always pleasant spirits either, but demons and mischief makers). There's one very long story, The Machine Stops which has a sense of Cassandra-like warning- a story of the future, when mankind operates in a vacuum, and victim of the machine, and when the machine fails. This I found the best of the lot. For a rather special intellectual market.