The realms of science fiction are fraught with war, whether from the battleships of galaxy-spanning space operas or the delete button of a gritty cyber-future. But in the genre’s non-fictional history, there’s one conflict that has churned out battle-scarred veterans for decades, and it has been waged in the unassuming field of linguistics. Simply put, people can’t […]
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Overview
The first section contains stories that range from the humorous to the profound, at the heart of which is the title story, "Gold," a moving and revealing drama about a writer who gambles everything on a chance at immortality: a gamble Asimov himself made and won. The second section contains the grand master's ruminations on the SF genre itself. And the final section is comprised of Asimov's thoughts on the craft and writing of science fiction.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9780060556525 |
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Publisher: | HarperCollins |
Publication date: | 10/21/2003 |
Edition description: | 1st EOS Paperback Edition |
Pages: | 416 |
Sales rank: | 949,974 |
Product dimensions: | 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.94(d) |
About the Author
Date of Birth:
January 20, 1920Date of Death:
April 6, 1992Place of Birth:
Petrovichi, RussiaPlace of Death:
New York, New YorkEducation:
Columbia University, B.S. in chemistry, 1939; M.A. in chemistry, 1941; Ph.D. in biochemistry, 1948Read an Excerpt
Gold
The Final Science Fiction Collection
Gold
Jonas Willard looked from side to side and tapped his baton on the stand before him.
He said,"Understood now? This is just a practice scene, designed to find out if we know what we're doing. We've gone through this enough times so that I expect a professional performance now. Get ready. All of you get ready."
He looked again from side to side. There was a person at each of the voice-recorders, and there were three others working the image projection. A seventh was for the music and an eighth for the all-important background. Others waited to one side for their turn.
Willard said, "All right now. Remember this old man has spent his entire adult life as a tyrant. He is accustomed to having everyone jump at his slightest word, to having everyone tremble at his frown. That is all gone now but he doesn't know it. He faces his daughter whom he thinks of only as a bent-headed obsequious girl who will do anything he says,and he cannot believe that it is an imperious queen that he now faces. So let's have the King."
Lear appeared. Tall, white hair and beard, somewhat disheveled, eyes sharp and piercing.
Willard said, "Not bent. Not bent. He's eighty years old but he doesn't think of himself as old. Not now. Straight. Every inch a king." The image was adjusted. "That's right. And the voice has to be strong. No quavering. Not now. Right?"
"Right, chief," said the Lear voice-recorder, nodding.
"All right. The Queen."
And there she was, almost as tall as Lear, standing straight and rigid as a statue, her draped clothing in fine array, nothing out of place. Her beauty was as cold and unforgiving as ice.
"And the Fool."
A little fellow, thin and fragile, like a frightened teenager but with a face too old for a teenager and with a sharp look in eyes that seemed so large that they threatened to devour his face.
"Good," said Willard. "Be ready for Albany. He comes in pretty soon. Begin the scene." He tapped the podium again, took a quick glance at the marked-up play before him and said, "Lear!" and his baton pointed to the Lear voice-recorder, moving gently to mark the speech cadence that he wanted created.
Lear says, "How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much o'late i'th'frown."
The Fool's thin voice, fifelike, piping, interrupts, "Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning --"
Goneril, the Queen, turns slowly to face the Clown as he speaks, her eyes turning momentarily nto balls of lurid light -- doing it so momentarily that those watching caught the impression rather than viewed the fact. The Fool completes his speech in gathering fright and backs his way behind Lear n a blind search for protection against the searing glance.
Goneril proceeds to tell Lear the facts of life and there is the faint crackling of thin ice as she speaks, while the music plays in soft discords, barely heard.
Nor are Goneril's demands so out of line, for she wants an orderly court and there couldn't be one as long as Lear still thought of himself as tyrant. But Lear is in no mood to recognize reason. He breaks into a passion and begins railing.
Albany enters. He is Goneril's consort -- round-faced, innocent, eyes looking about n wonder. What is happening? He is completely drowned out by his dominating wife and by his raging father-in-law. It is at this point that Lear breaks nto one of the great piercing denunciations in all of literature. He is overreacting. Goneril has not as yet done anything to deserve this,but Lear knows no restraint. He says:
"Hear,Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this creature fruitful.
Into her womb convey sterility;
Dry up in her the organs of increase;
And from her derogate body never spring
A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen, that it may live
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth,it is
To have a thankless child!"The voice-recorder strengthened Lear's voice for this speech, gave it a distant hiss, his body became taller and somehow less substantial as though it had been converted into a vengeful Fury.
As for Goneril, she remained untouched throughout, never flinching, never receding, but her beautiful face, without any change that could be described, seemed to accumulate evil so that by the end of Lear's curse, she had the appearance of an archangel still, but an archangel ruined. All possible pity had been wiped out of the countenance, leaving behind only a devil's dangerous magnificence.
The Fool remained behind Lear throughout, shuddering. Albany was the very epitome of confusion, asking useless questions, seeming to want to step between the two antagonists and clearly afraid to do so.
Willard tapped his baton and said, "All right. It's been recorded and I want you all to watch the scene." He lifted his baton high and the synthesizer at the rear of the set began what could only be called the instant replay.
It was watched in silence, and Willard said, "It was good, but I think you'll grant it was not good enough. I'm going to ask you all to listen to me, so that I can explain what we're trying to do. Computerized theater is not new, as you all know ...
Gold
The Final Science Fiction Collection. Copyright © by Isaac Asimov. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Table of Contents
Introduction | ix | |
Part 1 | The Final Stories | |
Cal | 3 | |
Left to Right | 42 | |
Frustration | 45 | |
Hallucination | 49 | |
The Instability | 74 | |
Alexander the God | 77 | |
In the Canyon | 85 | |
Good-bye to Earth | 88 | |
Battle-Hymn | 94 | |
Feghoot and the Courts | 99 | |
Fault-Intolerant | 101 | |
Kid Brother | 108 | |
The Nations in Space | 119 | |
The Smile of the Chipper | 123 | |
Gold | 128 | |
Part 2 | On Science Fiction | |
The Longest Voyage | 167 | |
Inventing a Universe | 172 | |
Flying Saucers and Science Fiction | 180 | |
Invasion | 184 | |
The Science Fiction Blowgun | 189 | |
The Robot Chronicles | 191 | |
Golden Age Ahead | 211 | |
The All-Human Galaxy | 216 | |
Psychohistory | 222 | |
Science Fiction Series | 228 | |
Survivors | 234 | |
Nowhere! | 240 | |
Outsiders, Insiders | 246 | |
Science Fiction Anthologies | 252 | |
The Influence of Science Fiction | 257 | |
Women and Science Fiction | 263 | |
Religion and Science Fiction | 268 | |
Time-Travel | 274 | |
Part 3 | On Writing Science Fiction | |
Plotting | 283 | |
Metaphor | 289 | |
Ideas | 295 | |
Suspense | 301 | |
Serials | 307 | |
The Name of Our Field | 312 | |
Hints | 316 | |
Writing for Young People | 321 | |
Names | 327 | |
Originality | 333 | |
Book Reviews | 339 | |
What Writers Go Through | 344 | |
Revisions | 350 | |
Irony | 356 | |
Plagiarism | 362 | |
Symbolism | 368 | |
Prediction | 374 | |
Best-seller | 380 | |
Pseudonyms | 386 | |
Dialog | 392 |