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ISAAC
ASIMOV |
THE BLACK
WIDOWERS: Overlooked but not Forgotten |
by Catherine D Stewart |
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ISAAC ASIMOV is one of the greatest science-fiction
writers of the 20th Century but his role as an acclaimed mystery
writer is often overlooked. To redress this balance, we celebrate
possibly his most popular sleuths - The Black Widowers.
Like all the best fiction, The Black Widowers are based on fact, a
real-life organisation called The Trap-Door Spiders, of which Asimov
was a member.
Isaac Asimov was born in Petrovichi, Russia, on 2nd January 1920.
In 1923, the family emigrated to the United States, settling in
Brooklyn, New York where Isaac became a U.S. citizen in 1928.
Rightly acknowledged as a master of science-fiction, Isaac's
childhood was nevertheless grounded in mysteries, much of his time
spent purloining his father's forbidden copies of The Shadow, which,
according to Asimov, his father insisted he read because, 'he needed
to learn English, whereas I had school - and what a rotten reason I
thought that was.'
When Word War II began in 1939, America took an isolationist
stance. A decade of poverty and deprivation left an insular nation
vastly unwilling to sacrifice its youth in a war somewhere much of
its population had never heard about. On 7th December 1941, Pearl
Harbour and the death of 3,000 Americans led to the United States
entering the war with a vengeance. Isaac Asimov joined the U.S.
Navy, though he saw little action. He was mostly stationed at the
U.S. Naval Air Experiment Station, where his fellow soldiers
included sci-fi giants-to-be Robert A. Heinlein and L. Sprague de
Camp. The latter became a lifelong friend of Asimov, and is
immortalised in the Black Widowers character Geoffrey Avalon. In
1942, Asimov married, his first wife, Gertrude Blugerman and, after
his discharge, he returned to his studies, getting a Ph.D. in 1948,
obtaining the post of Assistant Professor in Biochemistry at Boston
University.
Just 2 years later, Pebble in the Sky hinted at the greatness to
come although Asimov's first published work had been in the magazine
Amazing Stories eleven years earlier when he was 19. In 1950, he
also published his sci-fi short story, I, Robot. It was the first
instalment of his seminal Foundation saga, possibly his most famous
work. A year later, The Stars Like Dust was published. Despite the
demands of a family, Asimov was able to become a full-time writer.
During these decades, his output can only be called "extraordinary".
In his lifetime he published over 500 works (bested only by Enid
Blyton's 600+). He seemed to have one book for every section of the
Dewey decimal system - Astronomy, Biology, Chemistry etc. He also
wrote junior fiction, firstly under the pseudonym of Paul French,
and later (including Norby the Mixed-Up Robot) under his own name
with his second wife, Janet Opal Jeppson, the
psychiatrist-turned-authoress whom he married in 1973.
Crime
played little part in this outpouring of science-fiction genius,
most of his works were either pure science-based fiction or
non-fiction. Part of the problem is the natural human tendency to "pigeon
hole" a person according to what they achieve first. His only "mystery"
story during this era, A Whiff of Death (Doubleday 1958), dealt
solely with science and scientists, emphasising his role as a
science-fiction writer.
However, in 1953, Asimov wrote The Caves of Steel, a murder-mystery
set in the far future, where the hero was a New York police
detective named Elijah Bailey. Out of favour with his superiors,
Bailey is ordered to solve the impossible murder of Dr Sarton, a
Spacer [the technologically superior Earth descended colonists who
beat Earth in an ancient war and now rule the galaxy] and is even
assigned the man's creation, Robot Daneel Olivaw [Daniel Oliver] as
a partner. Daneel looks perfectly human, but robots are hated on
Earth and routinely destroyed, placing Bailey in a precarious
position. Despite the obstacles in his path, Bailey solves the crime
when he discovers that Dr Sarton created the robots in his own
image, and the killer's target was not Sarton, but Daneel. The story
was such a success that Asimov wrote two sequels, The Naked Sun and
The Robots of Dawn, plus Robots and Empire, set 200 years later and
involving Bailey's descendants along with Daneel Olivaw.
Nevertheless, the books were still classed as science-fiction. The
Bailey series was used to highlight many of Asimov's theories on
robotics and artificial intelligence, and they are rightly viewed as
ground-breaking works even though roboticists today reject Asimov's
famous Three Laws because they would prevent robots from serving in
the very areas humans would most desire: as soldiers, law
enforcement or rescue personnel. A point tragically highlighted on
11th September 2001, when the New York Police and Fire Department
each lost nearly 300 people in the attack on the World Trade Centre.
Asimov's other great worry was over-population, perhaps a result of
seeing the large families in the Brooklyn tenements starving during
the Depression. He used the Bailey books as a platform to warn of
the danger of unsustainable population growth. Arthur C. Clarke is
often called a "prophet" of modern science in his early
fiction, but Asimov was equally as perceptive in some areas, the
only difference being that Clarke put most of his ideas in one book,
2001: A Space Odyssey, whereas Asimov shared his over several books.
However, despite the mystery element of the Bailey series, it was so
well received as science-fiction that author Roger McBride Allen
completed it after Asimov's death by writing the novels, Caliber,
Inferno and Utopia.
But Asimov still craved to write "straight" mysteries.
Partly he hesitated because, to quote the man himself, 'Mysteries
these days are heavily drenched in liquor, injected with drugs,
marinated in sex and roasted in sadism, whereas my detective ideal
is Hercules Poirot and his little Grey cells.'
Things changed when, in the 1940s, a couple married, only for the
husband's friends to be unacceptable to the wife and vice versa.
Unwilling to relinquish the relationships, the husband and his
friends founded a male-only club, called The Trap-Door Spiders. They
would meet monthly, always on a Friday night, usually in a Manhattan
restaurant or, more rarely, a member's home. Two co-hosts bore the
expenses of the evening and, as such, were each entitled to bring a
guest. The average attendance at each meeting was about 12 men.
Membership entitled one to the honorific title of "Doctor",
and each member was supposed to arrange a mention of TDS in his
obituary. The club was an outstanding success, continuing long after
the founder's divorce rendered it unnecessary, and as far as it is
known, it is still going strong in 2001. Asimov himself had been a
guest twice, and then, in 1970, he and his wife Gertrude Asimov
separated. Isaac Asimov returned to live in New York where The
Trap-Door Spiders promptly elected him to membership of the club. He
was also a member of The Baker Street Irregulars Sherlock Holmes fan
society, and this would provide a later Black Widowers story, The
Ultimate Crime.
A few months later in 1971, Eleanor Sullivan, Managing Editor of
Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine [EQMM] asked Asimov to write a short
story for them. He was provided with a plot by his friend, actor
David Ford, who told Asimov that he was convinced someone had once
stolen something from his apartment, but he could never be sure
because the place was crammed with all sorts of collected but
uncatalogued oddities, thus there was no hope of telling if anything
was missing.
TDS provided Asimov with the ideal setting. He changed the name of
the club to The Black Widowers, took the average number of attendees
and halved it to a more manageable six, setting the stories at a
Manhattan restaurant named Milano's with only one host and one
guest. The only fictional character in the stories is the waiter,
Henry, who has a soupçon of Jeeves about him, all the others
being based on real people (recognisable to sci-fi aficionados) who
kindly lent their likeness to Asimov. They were:
Character based on Geoffrey Avalon - L. Sprague de Camp
Emmanuel Rubin - Lester del Rey
Roger Halstead - Don Benson
Mario Gonzalo - Lin Carter
Thomas Trumbull - Gilbert Cant
James Drake - John D. Clark
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The first story was entitled The
Acquisitive Chuckle and was published by EQMM in 1971. In it,
the evening's guest, Hanley Bartram, is a private investigator
who failed to solve one case and recounts it to the Black
Widowers. Two men, Anderson and Jackson, became business
partners and initially the venture was successful. Jackson was
so pathologically honest - honour permeated his soul to the
point that it was as if 'he had been marinated in integrity'
from infancy - that he became the public face for the company,
whilst Anderson, who was as unscrupulous and unethical as his
partner was honourable, looked after the money which was his
area of expertise. |
But problems arose: Jackson's immense integrity meant Anderson was
sometimes pushed into situations where he lost money, while
Anderson's greed meant Jackson was sometimes placed into situations
of dishonourable practice. Since Jackson hated losing character, and
Anderson abhorred losing money, their relationship deteriorated
until Anderson managed to force Jackson to sell him his half of the
business under the most disadvantageous of circumstances, leaving
Jackson virtually penniless. Bartram was hired by the furious
Anderson on a considerable retainer to find something he claimed
Jackson had stolen. Anderson was acquisitive, a collector of all
sorts of oddities and bric á brac that he stored in the large
mansion that also served as his office and home.
Jackson had sworn revenge after the dissolution of the partnership
and one night, Anderson arrived home to find 'honest' Jackson in the
mansion; Jackson claimed to be returning some papers and the office
key, which he did, before closing his old attaché case and
leaving. As Jackson closed the door behind him, Anderson heard him
chuckle, a chuckle Anderson, with thirty-plus years of acquisition
knew. It was the chuckle of a man who had just obtained something he
wanted very much at the expense of someone else.
Furious, Anderson knew Jackson had stolen one of his oddities and
was determined to retrieve it. However, like David Ford's apartment,
his mansion was crammed with all sorts of junk, most of which was
small enough to fit inside an attaché case. Anderson had no
idea what he possessed and what he didn't. Despite five years of
trying, Bartram had been unable to discover what Jackson had stolen
that day. The denouement comes when Bartram introduces the Black
Widowers to their waiter, Henry Jackson. Henry still was a
pathologically honest man - what his carefully choreographed revenge
enabled him to steal from Anderson that day had not been material
treasure, but Anderson's peace of mind - Anderson going to his grave
in the belief that Jackson had outwitted him.
Asimov intended the story as a one-shot, and it might have ended
there, had it not been for Frederic Danny, one of the two authors
who formed 'Ellery Queen'.. Dannay firmly believed that the story
would make an excellent series and encouraged Asimov to keep writing
them, which he did, although Dannay, who died in 1982, did not live
to see the later ones.
Periodically after serialisation, the stories would be collected
into one anthology. There were five books which contained twelve
stories each: Tales of the Black Widowers, More Tales of the Black
Widowers, Casebook of the Black Widowers, Banquets of the Black
Widowers and Puzzles of the Black Widowers. The stories are
definitely cerebral as opposed to the "three bodies per chapter"
type. The opening story has the reader trying to figure out what
items would fit into a small attaché case, and the twist
where Jackson steals only Anderson's peace of mind is wonderful.
Only one story, Early Sunday Morning (Tales of the Black Widowers)
deals with murder, and then from a perspective of three years'
distance. Nothing Like Murder (More Tales of the Black Widowers) was
a tribute to the fantasist J. R. R. Tolkien, who died in 1973,
although the story has nothing to do with murder. The stories can
sometimes be repetitive in setting - originally written as serials
for EQMM, Asimov had to reiterate names, features and
characteristics for the benefit of new readers and as reminders for
old ones. His copy editor helped him to eliminate the more tedious
examples, but those that are left are well worth putting up with
considering the general excellence of the stories.
The fact that Asimov was a bona fide scientist was his greatest
strength as a sci-fi author, but was of less of a benefit to him as
a mystery writer. Sometimes he got too involved with his obsessions
or some obscure scholarly point. Asimov was extremely anti-religious
(especially Christianity) and attacked religion in his stories in
ways that were 'often [so] subtle the [usual] reader may never
notice.' (Michael Hammond, Religion in Asimov's Writings). Some may
argue that he should never have written them - the whole point being
that the reader should be able to follow what the author is saying.
Asimov wrote in such wide areas of literature that he often got
letters saying, "why do you, a Shakespearean scholar, write
science-fiction?" or, "why do you, a biochemist, think you
know anything about Shakespeare?" This erudition gave him
masses of material for his stories, but it also meant Asimov could
write at too high a level for any but a specialist to understand. An
example of this is the "solution" to the Black Widowers
story Truth to Tell, which hinges on an extremely obscure point of
linguistics and which would probably only be amusing to a
linguistics professional.
His prejudice against religion in general intrudes into the Black
Widower story The Obvious Factor, where Asimov sets up the story so
there can only be a supernatural solution, only to have the
protagonist cheat and admit he made it up - a cop-out ending similar
to the "with a single bound he was free" cliché.
Such actions ruin our "suspension of disbelief", our
ability to lose ourselves in the story.
Asimov's anti-religious snippets can be irritating in his works,
especially in the shorter tales like the Black Widowers, but they
are well worth taking with a pinch of salt and the astute reader
will not let them detract from what is otherwise excellent
story-telling. For those really annoyed however, keep in mind that,
for all his protestations and sarcasm about those with open
religious beliefs rather than hiding what they were, Asimov himself
was religious - Science was his god; he simply cloaked his worship
with phrases like "rationalism" and "humanism".
He was also lured into pseudo-sciences like psychohistory.
What the Black Widower stories accomplish so well is that they are
intriguing. Like all the best puzzles they have the reader cranking
up the "little Grey cells" in an effort to outwit Asimov's
denouement at the end of the story, and they are challenging..
Perhaps most importantly, they got Asimov's own "little Grey
cells" working too.
The first Black Widower story was in 1971, and after his two
previous abortive attempts at murder-mystery fiction (A Whiff of
Death, 1958 and Asimov's Mysteries, 1968), they helped him to become
an accomplished crime writer as well as a prolific one. The novel,
Murder at the ABA was published in 1976. Whilst, as well as the
Black Widower anthologies (1974, 76, 1980, 84, & 1990) he wrote
several other short-story mystery anthologies [The Key Word &
Other Mysteries (1977); The Union Club Mysteries (1983); The
Disappearing Man & Other Mysteries (1985) and The Best Mysteries
of Isaac Asimov (1986)] all of which were published in the 21 year
period from the first Black Widower story in 1971 to Asimov's death,
aged 72, on 6th April 1992 He also wrote the junior fantasy-mystery
novel, Azalea in 1988 and would have continued the Black Widowers
had he lived - we must therefore mourn for the mysteries they, and
we, never got to solve.
The Black Widowers have not achieved the same heights of fame as
Asimov's science-fiction works, such as Foundation or the Robot
series, and this is regretful, for they are well-written, highly
enjoyable examples of just how good a mystery writer Isaac Asimov
was.
© 2001 C. D. Stewart
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