
One night two years ago, I dreamed I was Isaac Asimov. Arising the next day, it was noon before my wife convinced me that I should not run for President.
Bless you, Isaac. Bless you, Isaac’s children, found herein.
February 21, 1989
The Nonmetallic Isaac
or It’s a Wonderful Life
by Ben Bova
Astrophysicists (to start with a scientific word) classify the universe into three chemical categories: hydrogen, helium, and metals.
The first two are the lightest of all the hundred-some known elements. Anything heavier than helium, the astrophysicists blithely call “metals.” Hydrogen and helium make up roughly ninety-eight percent of the universe’s composition. To an astrophysicist, the universe consists of a lot of hydrogen, a considerable amount of helium, and a smattering of metals.
Now, although Isaac Asimov is known throughout this planet (and possibly others, we just don’t know yet) as a writer of science fiction, when you consider his entire output of written material-all the four-hundred-and-counting books and the myriads of articles, columns, limericks, and whatnots-his science fiction is actually a small percentage of the total. As far as Asimov’s production is concerned, science fiction tales are his “metals.”
Science fact is his mettle.
It is the “nonmetallic” Asimov that I want to praise.
Remember the classic movie It’s a Wonderful Life!? The one where an angel shows suicidal James Stewart what his hometown would be like if Jimmie’s character had never been born?
Think of what our home planet would be like if Isaac Asimov had never turned his mind and hand to writing about science.
