I read this astro-donkey's years ago, and I loved nearly every story. I was recently doing a "backwards through time" exercise with science fiction, which is where you read a story from each year going backwards from the present year to see how attitudes and themes have changed, sort of like a core sample in geology. Very interesting - recommended to all sf fans. So I picked one from this book for the year 1952, it's called "Dumb Waiter", and here are my notes :
A deliriously macho and fabulously sexist story in which our hero battles to gain control over the computer which runs an abandoned city. As in Terminator, the computer is still fighting a war although all the ammunition has long since run out. The city is uninhabitable. A vigilante group intends to destroy the computer. But our hero knows that’s defeatism. He wants to get to the computer and fix it. So en route he’s fighting robot policemen, the vigilantes and the traumatised woman he picks up, and of course, he wins! Some great 1952 moments :
Muttering angrily, Mitch stuffed a fifty-round drum of ammunition in his belt, took another between his teeth, and lifted the girl over one shoulder. He turned in time to fire a one-handed burst at another skater [robot].
The moral of this action story is rammed home:
A nontechnologist has no right to take part in a technological civilisation. He’s a bull in a china shop. That’s what happened to our era.
Includes some fine detail, such as this chilling image from the robot-administered city orphanage:
Those cribs! They’re full of little bones. Little bones – all over the floor. Little bones…
There's also "Command Performance" (aka "Anyone Else Like Me?"), one of my favourite all time sf stories, in which a woman is a telepath and believes herself to be the only telepathic person, and is therefore immeasurably lonely. Then eventually she meets another human, similarly gifted, a man, and instead of finding a wonderful companionship she meets only horror - now her mind, her entire life, is perpetually displayed to this other, she can't switch off her powers. What happens next is desolating.
Yes, attitudes of the early 50s are antediluvian and can really set your teeth on edge, but the crackling pace and energetic ideas spinning out of every page make up for everything.