After what might be understated as
active output in the 1950s, Isaac Asimov took a bit of a breather, waiting more
than a decade to publish his next novel, The
Gods Themselves. Serialized in 1972,
it sees Asimov taking his criticisms to heart (e.g. no aliens, no women,
scientists as altruistic gods, etc.) and challenging himself to write a story
which defied his storytelling to date, as well as experimenting with
format. That he dedicates the book to
“mankind” only heightens the ambition. Though revealing a certain timidity
working outside his zone of comfort, Asimov’s effort is admirable, the novel he
produced deserving of the genre categorization if ever there were one.
The
Gods Themselves
is a difficult book to summarize from a story point of view. Actually three novellas, the first Against stupidity… tells of a proud and
demanding physicist’s accidental discovery that beings from a parallel universe
are siphoning energy from Earth. Like a
circuit, energy is likewise transferred back to Earth, albeit in a different
form. The debate whether this exchange
is safe for the planet, one ideology versus another, is something that can only
have been taken from Asimov’s real world experience in the laboratory encountering
scientists with conflicting agendas.
(The “scientists as altruistic gods” demon, slain.)

