magnificent Foundation trilogy, a galaxy-spanning saga of warfare and political intrigue. He has also virtually pioneered the mystery story as a distinct branch of science fiction with such novels as The Naked Sun and The Caves of Steel.
Thirteen ingenious stories of crime, murder, puzzlement and detection in the far reaches of space and
centuries in the future by perhaps the most famous and consistently entertaining science fiction author of
today. This volume is a superb showcase of Asimov's brilliant storytelling talent.
'Any thriller fan with a side interest in sci-fi, or vice versa., will enjoy Asimov's Mysteries,thirteen of the master's stories, 'all observing the rules of the detective story, but all with the additional fillip of the sci-fi setting'
There is a tendency for many people who don't know any better to classify science fiction as just one
more member of the group of specialized literatures that include mysteries, westerns, adventures, sports
stories, love stories, and so on.
This has always seemed odd to those who know science fiction well, for s.f. is a literary response to
scientific change, and that response can run the entire gamut of the human experience. Science fiction, in
other words, includes everything.
How does one differentiate between a science fiction story and an adventure story, for instance, when so much s.f. is so intensely adventurous as to leave the ordinary stories of the type rather pale ? Surely a trip to the moon is first of all an adventure of the most thrilling kind, whatever else it is.
I have seen excellent science fiction stories that fall into unusual classifications and bring great enrichment to what it had touched. Arthur C. Clarke wrote a delightful 'western' \u2014but it took place under the sea, and it had dolphins in place of cattle. Its name was 'Home on the Range,' however, and it fitted.
Oddly enough, it was the mystery form that seemed most difficult to amalgamate with science fiction. Surely this is unexpected. One would think that science fiction would blend easily with the mystery. Science itself is so nearly a mystery and the research scientist so nearly a Sherlock Holmes.
Freeman's Dr. Thorndyke is an example of a well known and successful (fictional) scientist-detective.
And yet science fiction writers seemed tobe inhibited in the face of the science fiction mystery.
Back in the late 1945, this was finally explained to me. I was told that 'by its very nature' science fiction
language. How came Juan Lopez, then, to speak those significant words inSpanish!' Or else, he could
have his detective whip out an odd device and say, 'As you know, Watson, my pocket-frannistan is
perfectly capable of detecting the hidden jewel in a trice.'
Such arguments did not impress me. It seemed to me that ordinary mystery writers (non-science-fiction
variety) could be just as unfair to the readers. They could deliberately hide a necessary clue. They could
introduce an additional character from nowhere. They could simply forget about something over which
they had been making a great deal of fuss, and mention it no more. They could doanything. The point
was, though, that theydidn't do anything. They stuck to the rule of being fair to the reader. Clues might
be obscured, but not omitted. Essential lines of thought might be thrown out casually, but they were
thrown out. The leader was remorselessly misdirected, misled, and mystified, but he was not cheated.
mystery. Youdon't spring new devices on the reader and solve the mystery with them. You don't take
advantage of future history to introduce ad hoc phenomena. In fact, you carefully explain all facets of the
future background well in advance so the reader may have a decent chance to see the solution. The
fictional detective can make use only of facts known to the reader in the present or of 'facts' of the
fictional future, which will be carefully explained beforehand. Even some of the real facts of our present
ought to be mentioned if they are to be used\u2014just to make sure the reader is aware of the world now
Once all this is accepted, not only does it become obvious that the science fiction mystery is a thoroughly
acceptable literary form, but it also becomes obvious that it is a lot more fun to write and read, since it
often has a background that is fascinating in itself quite apart from the mystery.
But talk is cheap, so I put my typewriter where my mouth was, and in 1953 wrote a science fiction
mystery novel called The Caves of Steel (published, 1954). It was accepted by the critics as a good
science fiction noveland a good mystery and after it appeared I never heard anyone say that science
fiction mysteries were impossible to write. I even wrote a sequel called The Naked Sun (published,
1957) just to show that the first book wasn't an accident.
Louis Peyton never discussed publicly the methods by which he had bested the police of Earth in a dozen
duels of wits and bluff, with the psychoprobe always waiting and always foiled. He would have been
foolish to do so, of course, but in his more complacent moments, he fondled the notion of leaving a
testament to be opened only after his death, one in which his unbroken success could clearly be seen to
be due to ability and not to luck.
In such a testament he would say, 'No false pattern can be created to cover a crime without bearing upon
it some trace of its creator. It is better, then, to seek in events some pattern that already exists and then
adjust your actions to it.'
Peyton, who disliked being approached over his newspaper and dessert at Grinnell's, said, 'If you have business with me, Cornwell, you know where you can reach me.' Peyton was past forty and his hair was past its earlier blackness, but his back was rigid, his bearing youthful, his eyes dark, and his voice could cut the more sharply for long practice.
'Oh, hush, Mr. Peyton,' said Cornwell in whispered agony
Peyton said. 'Come with me.'
They walked through the park. It was another Peyton axiom that to be reasonably secret there was
such beauties, Mr. Peyton.'
'Have you seen them?'
'No, sir, but I have spoken with one who has. He had proofs enough to convince me. There is enough
A look of cunning lit Cornwell's face like a smoking torch, obscuring more than it showed and lending it a repulsive oiliness. The man was a lunar grubstaker who had a method for locating the Bells in the crater sides. I don't knowhis method; he never told me that. But he has gathered dozens, hidden them on the Moon, and come to Earth to arrange the disposing of them.'
'Yes. A most shocking accident, Mr. Peyton. A fall from a height. Very sad. Of course, his activities on the Moon were quite illegal. The Dominion is very strict about unauthorized Bell-mining. So perhaps it was a judgment upon him after all... In any case, I have his map.'
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