Writing for Relaxation
When some people go home and watch television, others use the free time to push the best out of every second of their life. Such a man was Asimov, for how else can somebody write more than 465 books in a single life time?
Isaac Asimov was born in the Soviet Union in 1920. That made him a communist and if he stayed in Russia his work might have been unknown to the world. However he did not and he ended up in America in 1923. He grew up in New York City. His writing career was intense if you look at the subjects he covered. Science, Mathematics, History, Literature, Humor, Social Science and other subjects.
He was never a shy writer. He used as many words as he could but they all made sense. His science fiction was written with a grasp of the basics of mathematics and science. This way he could imagine a Lunar based civilization and write a story about that. This story would include so much science that years later you would find the plot become a reality. Asimov was no fortune teller and from some of his works you get a sense that he despised such practices. One is a lengthy article about the effect of the moon on the menstruation cycle of a woman. Through a series of fact and persuasive educated arguments, he showed that the effect is minimal if any.
Asimov admitted that the year 2000 would be the science fiction year. The triple O that would mark the beginning of a millennium. He mentioned in his book; Asimov s Chronology of the World, that since a child this fascinated him. At a point he wonders where he would be during this time. He would be 80 years old and as he himself knew that was a bit over the life expectancy of human beings. The year was 1989 as he wrote that and he believed his health might just favor his chances.
Isaac Asimov wrote more than 3000 essays and nearly 400 short fiction pieces.
Sadly he died in 1992. Versatile in imagination, but firmly rooted in science, any piece Asimov wrote can be enjoyed. Strangely in an earlier book he mentioned that:
The Last Question was his favorite short story and one of the last questions will always stays unanswered. Where was Asimov that night when the year 2000 started?