A Case of Conscience

A Case of Conscience

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ISBN-13: 9780345438355
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/28/2000
Series: Del Rey Impact Series
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 495,144
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

James Blish served in World War II as a medical technician, joined the Futurians--a group of science fiction writers, fans, editors, and publishers-- wrote more than twenty books, and won the Hugo Award for A Case of Conscience in 1959. He moved to England in 1968 and continued to write until his death in 1975. In later years, James Blish contributed original stories and screenplays to the Star Trek saga.

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The stone door slammed. It was Cleaver's trade-mark: there had never been a door too heavy, complex, or cleverly tracked to prevent him from closing it with a sound like a clap of doom. And no planet in the universe could possess an air sufficiently thick and curtained with damp to muffle that sound--not even Lithia.

Father Ramon Ruiz-Sanchez, late of Peru, and always Clerk Regular of the
Society of Jesus, professed father of the four vows, continued to read. It would take Paul Cleaver's impatient fingers quite a while to free him from his jungle suit, and in the meantime the problem remained. It was a century-old problem, first propounded in 1939, but the Church had never cracked it. And it was diabolically complex (that adverb was official,
precisely chosen, and intended to be taken literally.) Even the novel which had proposed the case was on the Index Expurgatorius, and Father
Ruiz-Sanchez had spiritual access to it only by virtue of his Order.

He turned the page, scarcely hearing the stamping and muttering in the hall. On and on the text ran, becoming more tangled, more evil, more insoluble with every word:

. . . Magravius threatens to have Anita molested by Sulla, an orthodox savage (and leader of a band of twelve mercenaries, the Sullivani,) who desires to procure Felicia for Gregorius, Leo Vitellius and Macdugalius,
four excavators, if she will not yield to him and also deceive Honuphrius by rendering conjugal duty when demanded. Anita who claims to have discovered incestuous temptations from Jeremias and Eugenius--

There now, he was lost again. Jeremias and Eugenius were--? Oh, yes, the
"philadelphians" or brotherly lovers (another crime hidden there, no doubt) at the beginning of the case, consanguineous to the lowest degree with both Felicia and Honuphrius--the latter the apparent prime villain and husband of Anita. It was Magravius, who seemed to admire Honuphrius, who had been urged by the slave Mauritius to solicit Anita, seemingly under the aegis of Honuphrius himself. This, however, had come to Anita through her tirewoman Fortissa, who was or at one time had been the common-law wife of Mauritius and had borne him children--so that the whole story had to be weighed with the utmost caution. And that entire initial confession of
Honuphrius had come out under torture--voluntarily consented to, to be sure,
but still torture. The Fortissa-Mauritius relationship was even more dubious, really only a  supposition of the commentator Father Ware--
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"Ramon, give me a hand, will you?" Cleaver shouted suddenly. "I'm stuck,
and--and I don't feel well."

The Jesuit biologist arose in alarm, putting the novel aside. Such an admission from Cleaver was unprecedented.

The physicist was sitting on a pouf of woven rushes, stuffed with a sphagnumlike moss, which was bulging at the equator under his weight. He was half-way out of his glass-fiber jungle suit, and his face was white and beaded with sweat, although his helmet was already off. His uncertain,
stubby fingers tore at a jammed zipper.

"Paul! Why didn't you say you were ill in the first place? Here, let go of that; you're only making things worse. What happened?"

"Don't know exactly," Cleaver said, breathing heavily but relinquishing the zipper. Ruiz-Sanchez knelt beside him and began to work it carefully back onto its tracks. "Went a ways into the jungle to see if I could spot more pegmatite lies. It's been in the back of my mind that a pilot-plant for turning out tritium might locate here eventually--ought to be able to produce on a prodigious scale."

"God forbid," Ruiz-Sanchez said under his breath.

"Hm? Anyhow, I didn't see anything. A few lizards, hoppers, the usual thing. Then I ran up against a plant that looked a little like a pineapple, and one of the spines jabbed right through my suit and nicked me. Didn't seem serious, but--"

"But we don't have the suits for nothing. Let's look at it. Here, put up your feet and we'll haul those boots off. Where did you get the--oh. Well,
it's angry-looking, I'll give it that. Any other symptoms?"

"My mouth feels raw," Cleaver complained.

"Open up," the Jesuit commanded. When Cleaver complied, it became evident that his complaint had been the understatement of the year. The mucosa inside his mouth was nearly covered with ugly and undoubtedly painful ulcers, their edges as sharply defined as though they had been cut with a cookie punch.

Ruiz-Sanchez made no comment, however, and deliberately changed his expression to one of carefully calculated dismissal. If the physicist needed to minimize his ailments, that was all right with Ruiz-Sanchez. An alien planet is not a good place to strip a man of his inner defenses.

"Come into the lab," he said. "You've got some inflammation in there."

Cleaver arose, a little unsteadily, and followed the Jesuit into the laboratory. There Ruiz-Sanchez took smears from several of the ulcers onto microscope slides, and Gram-stained them. He filled the time consumed by the staining process with the ritual of aiming the microscope's substage mirror out the window at a brilliant white cloud. When the timer's alarm went off, he rinsed and flame-dried the first slide and slipped it under the clips.

As he had half-feared, he saw few of the mixed bacilli and spirochetes which would have indicated a case of ordinary, Earthly, Vincent's angina--"trench mouth," which the clinical picture certainly suggested, and which he could have cured overnight with a spectrosigmin pastille.
Cleaver's oral flora were normal, though on the increase because of all the exposed tissue.

"I'm going to give you a shot," Ruiz-Sanchez said gently. "And then I
think you'd better go to bed."

"The hell with that," Cleaver said. "I've got nine times as much work to do as I can hope to clean up now, without any additional handicaps."

"Illness is never convenient," Ruiz-Sanchez agreed. "But why worry about losing a day or so, since you're in over your head anyhow?"

"What have I got?" Cleaver asked suspiciously.

"You haven't got anything," Ruiz-Sanchez said, almost regretfully. "That is, you aren't infected. But your 'pineapple' did you a bad turn. Most plants of that family on Lithia bear thorns or leaves coated with polysaccharides that are poisonous to us. The particular glucoside you ran up against today was evidently squill, or something closely related to it.
It produces symptoms like those of trench mouth, but a lot harder to clear up."

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A Case of Conscience 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
mareki on LibraryThing 23 days ago
A very original novel that uses the sci-fi to ask unashamedly big questions about religion & ethics. At times the level of scientific & theological learning can be so expert it is bewildering & can loose the reader. feb 08
jpers36 on LibraryThing 30 days ago
An excellent study of the relationship between science and the supernatural, in the same vein as The Exorcism of Emily Rose, although this obviously came well before that film. When an event has a scientific explanation, does that negate the possibility that the event was brought about through supernatural means? What of the case where the event was unpredictable in a natural sense, but supernaturally predicted?
aarondesk on LibraryThing 30 days ago
An apparent Eden is discovered and a group of scientists and a priest must come to grips with it. A good book with some thought-provoking ideas.
bcquinnsmom on LibraryThing 30 days ago
After reading this book I went to look at reviews and discovered why I was so confused while reading this: it seemed really sort of choppy and disjointed until I found out that this was actually 2 smaller novels in one. The first book centers on the character of Father Ramon Ruiz-Sanchez, a Jesuit priest who is part of a mission to investigate a planet called Lithia. The inhabitants of Lithia are lizardish-type aliens. They live in peace among each other, with no war, no crime, no dissension, because they live according to the principle of reason. If things don't make sense, they simply aren't done. Ruiz-Sanchez is there with 3 others who are trying to determine if Lithia should be open to inhabitants of earth. The first book is outstanding: Ruiz-Sanchez makes what he feels is a startling discovery about the population and for that he is excommunicated from the church. I won't say what, but you'll love this part of the story. On leaving Lithia, the team is given a present: one of the aliens sends the egg of his son with them to Earth. The second book focuses on the alien Egtverchi, who is born on Earth and grows up away from his culture. He has no instinctive understanding of the reason that guides his native culture, and as time progresses, becomes somewhat of a celebrity. I won't say more about this either, but suffice it to say, the book does give you a lot to think about.I loved the first part of this book, but the second part (which is also good, don't get me wrong) is not as nicely formulated and gets a little confusing at times. I definitely recommend it to all readers of sci-fi as a no-miss read.
dragonb on LibraryThing 30 days ago
Pretty good. I enjoyed the first half of the book more than the second half. The planet was interesting, the biology, etc. The religious discussions my be more interesting to Catholics. While I didn't have any objections to it, I just found it a little boring at that point.
tottman on LibraryThing 30 days ago
Very interesting look at the future, from a late 1950's, early 1960's perspective. The heart of the book is a moral crisis introduced by an alien race with perfect morals but no belief in a god. Also interesting to look at as a first contact novel from a time that was less xenophobic and more nuclear disaster preoccupied.
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