Today I ran across my old and worn first-edition copy of Modern Masterpieces of Science Fiction edited by Sam Moskowitz. It’s conceptually brilliant — a breakthrough — and every selection is a dream-beautiful story. I bought it in a bookstore in Hawaii (during my first and only visit) and it was part of a magic voyage. Converted me to the genre and kept me going for decades. Even made me a bit snobbish about fantasy — not Campell-based-enough in science fact. (Though he deserves his fate being put through a wood-chipper in Hell for aiding and abetting the rise of Scientology.)
Anyway, Modern Masterpieces is a flawless anthology, if a faded impossible dream no different from fantasy in many cases. Read in a corner of a sunny bedroom when you’re 14.