by: Isaac Asimov
Yes, I’ve been on quite a sci-fi/fantasy binge as of late. The whole foundation/robot run, 2 Saberhagen trilogies, and the Lyndon Hardy trilogy. So I think I’ll take a little break for the next one and do some non-fic, we’ll see.
Anyway, this book…wow, what a shitty ending. Which, I guess is because he intended to write a sequel but never got it together, and then died. 😦
But other than the ending…
We revisit Asimov’s two favorite themes (at least for this series): random leaps of illogic that either result in the correct answer, or result in an incorrect answer that directly leads to the correct one, and moving from one place to another to interview people and collect “evidence” for the random leaps of illogic.
This book goes so far to enshrine the random leaps of “intuition”/whatever that the lead character actually has it as a sort of super-power. Sometimes he just knows stuff. Not things that are directly useful – like where he left his shoes, or what < >. Instead he knows useless things, like what the correct form of future civilization for the galaxy should be. Oh, there’s also frequent mention of the width of one character’s hips, and a really annoying, squeaky hermaphrodite everyone insists on calling a she.
Now, all this may make it sound like I hated the book, but I most certainly didn’t. I won’t read it again (unless I forget it), but I did enjoy it. It’s just a bummer than we’re left with such a foreboding ending, and no follow-up.