If science is a drug, then Isaac Asimov was my gateway.
Sure, there was Star Trek and other science fiction-y shows that at least nodded toward science. And even delving into real science fiction novels, gems like Asimov's Foundation
But Asimov truly laid a foundation by drawing me in with his voice. There was something about him, about his work, that made me want to explore more of his writing, beyond the science fiction stuff.
The cover is scratched, the spine is creased. I know the titles of some of the essays without even opening the book. The Light That Failed. C for Celeritas. Order, Order. These essays not only presented the principles underlying the science discussed, they brought out the personalities involved. The Light That Failed, for instance, describes the Michelson-Morley Experiment that, by being a spectacular failure, disproved the existence of the luminiferous aether. What a great lesson to learn about science, that even in failure we can learn and advance. Progress is sometimes begun by eliminating possibilities rather than taking the obvious for granted.
Devouring this book got me hooked on Asimov's science essays, hooked on Asimov - whose introductions in each essay really established his jovial "voice" - and hooked on science. I bought more and more of Asimov's essay collections. I bought books he wrote on other topics. I bought other books on science. I loved them all. My short story, In Memory Yet Green, is in many ways a valentine to these paperback essay collections and exalted position Asimov held in my mind.
In another life I embraced math and became an astrophysicist. But in this life, I learned to love reading, to love knowledge, to love science and art and, well, Asimov.
Thanks, Isaac.
P.S. My favorite resource on Asimov is Jenkins' spoiler laden guide and blog.
1 comment:
I haven't read any of his non-fiction, which is a bit of a shock. Now I have more things to read!
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