|Prelude to Foundation|
The most interesting element of Prelude is the conflict surrounding the main character—Hari Seldon—and his theoretical speculation that the future can be predicted. During an academic conference Hari posits this possibility and quickly gains the notice of the galactic rulers and the inevitable hunt begins. After all, if a ruler could predict the future, what could possibly threaten his or her perpetuation of power and control? Perhaps more than the narrative of the book itself, I really enjoyed the idea of what Seldon (and, of course, Asimov) calls "psychohistory." This comprehensive and predictive worldview requires a much greater understanding of the universe—not merely mathematical but historical, sociological, etc. That's a cool idea. I loved the following quote from the book: "How harmful overspecialization is. It cuts knowledge at a million points and leaves it bleeding." Academics and laypeople alike can glean some wisdom from that poignant statement.
The difficulty with Prelude to Foundation is that it feels somewhat cold. I never truly connected with Hari Seldon or his companions. I went along for the ride but wasn't exactly moved by it. As the title of the book suggests, Prelude is a prequel and certainly feels like it. After some thought, I wonder if it was good or bad that I started with the prequel rather than with the first book in the series as Asimov wrote it. I can't say if I would have felt more or less invested in the characters. As a stand-alone book, Prelude is perfectly adequate but by no means a masterpiece.
And so I find myself asking if I'll continue with the Foundation series. Probably. I liked Prelude well enough to want to see where things all end up. I must admit I probably won't remember too much from the book aside from the concept of psychohistory. I always like finding a new series to dive into and spend a few years with. I'm hopeful Asimov's Foundation series can be that new series for me.
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Reflections: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Reflections: The Moon is a Harsh Mistress