The Caves Of Steel by Isaac AsimovThe Caves Of Steel by Isaac Asimov

The Caves Of Steel

byIsaac Asimov

Mass Market Paperback | November 1, 1991

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A millennium into the future two advancements have altered the course of human history: the colonization of the galaxy and the creation of the positronic brain. Isaac Asimov’s Robot novels chronicle the unlikely partnership between a New York City detective and a humanoid robot who must learn to work together.  

Like most people left behind on an over-populated Earth, New York City police detective Elijah Baley had little love for either the arrogant Spacers or their robotic companions. But when a prominent Spacer is murdered under mysterious circumstances, Baley is ordered to the Outer Worlds to help track down the killer.  

The relationship between Life and his Spacer superiors, who distrusted all Earthmen, was strained from the start. Then he learned that they had assigned him a partner: R. Daneel Olivaw.  Worst of all was that the “R” stood for robot—and his positronic partner was made in the image and likeness of the murder victim!
Isaac Asimov began his Foundation series at the age of twenty-one, not realizing that it would one day be considered a cornerstone of science fiction. During his legendary career, Asimov penned more than 470 books on subjects ranging from science to Shakespeare to history, though he was most loved for his award-winning science fiction ...
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Title:The Caves Of SteelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 6.9 × 4.2 × 0.8 inPublished:November 1, 1991Publisher:Random House Publishing Group

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! Both short and long novels are always well wrote from Asimov. I recommend this book as well the others from his collection!
Date published: 2018-05-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Asimov science fiction mystery In a podcast that I listened to a few weeks ago, they talked about how great Asimov is at telling a story within the confines of his Three Laws of Robotics. They are so simple but, with the proper planning, he has written many excellent stories within those constraints. Caves of Steel is no different. He pulls off the 'mystery' portion perfectly. Leaving clues that lead to the real criminal but making sure that (a) its not too obvious, (b) there are other reasonable suspects, and (c) it wasn't too hard to figure out if you were paying attention. I think those three criteria are musts for a mystery to go from 'good' to 'very good'. The way that Asimov wrapped up the grander Earth-Spacer conflict in this book is the only difference between 4 and 5 stars. Its a bit out of left field, but it fits in with how Asimov tends to write his novels. Also, I'm really impressed with how well this book connects with the Foundation books. I'm aware that a lot of people dislike Asimov's attempt at connecting his Robot/Empire/Foundation books into one overarching universe but I think its pretty well done that, 30 years before, the driving force in this book meshes perfectly with what happens at the end of Foundation and Earth. Maybe the execution is a bit too ham-fisted for some but the goal was there, and I think Asimov hit it.
Date published: 2016-12-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lots of fun! This is an older sci fi book, but it has aged very well. I recommend if you are new to the sci fi genre or just getting into Asimov. You won't be disappointed! #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Caves of Steel Excellent mastery by Asimov
Date published: 2014-01-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Caves of steel An oldie but a goodie
Date published: 2013-07-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read. Picked up a book after ages and I'm glad I picked up this one. Excellent description of future times (considering it was written over 60 years ago) and good all round murder mystery.
Date published: 2013-02-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Astonishing piece of science-fiction Set in our very own world, but centuries in the future, this book gives the reader clear insight in what the furutre might hold. Asimov extrapolates with great credibility the developpement of verious robotic technologies and the impacts this has on human societies. The scientific content is as accurate as can be - nothing less can be expected from such a great mind as Isaac Asimov's. The plot itself is some very good weaving of mystery and science-fiction. A murder, a humanoid robot, a police officer who doesn't like robots at all. Mix all this togheter, you get a rich and adictive page turner.
Date published: 2006-06-04

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1. CONVERSATION WITH A COMMISSIONER   Lije Baley had just reached his desk when he became aware of R. Sammy watching him expectantly.   The dour lines of his long face hardened. “What do you want?”   “The boss wants you, Lije. Right away. Soon as you come in.”   “All right.”   R. Sammy stood there blankly.   Baley said, “I said, all right. Go away!”   R. Sammy turned on his heel and left to go about his duties. Baley wondered irritably why those same duties couldn’t be done by a man.   He paused to examine the contents of his tobacco pouch and make a mental calculation. At two pipefuls a day, he could stretch it to next quota day.   Then he stepped out from behind his railing (he’d rated a railed corner two years ago) and walked the length of the common room.   Simpson looked up from a merc-pool file as he passed. “Boss wants you, Lije.”   “I know. R. Sammy told me.”   A closely coded tape reeled out of the merc-pool’s vitals as the small instrument searched and analyzed its “memory” for the desired information stored in the tiny vibration pattern of the gleaming mercury surface within.   “I’d kick R. Sammy’s behind if I weren’t afraid I’d break a leg,” said Simpson. “I saw Vince Barrett the other day.”   “Oh?”   “He was looking for his job back. Or any job in the Department. The poor kid’s desperate, but what could I tell him? R. Sammy’s doing his job and that’s all. The kid has to work a delivery tread on the yeast farms now. He was a bright boy, too. Everyone liked him.”   Baley shrugged and said in a manner stiffer than he intended or felt, “It’s a thing we’re all living through.”   The boss rated a private office. It said JULIUS ENDERBY on the clouded glass. Nice letters. Carefully etched into the fabric of the glass. Underneath, it said COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, CITY OF NEW YORK.”   “Baley stepped in and said, “You want to see me, Commissioner?”   Enderby looked up. He wore spectacles because his eyes were sensitive and couldn’t take the usual contact lenses. It was only after one got used to the sight of them that one could take in the rest of the face, which was quite undistinguished. Baley had a strong notion that the Commissioner valued his glasses for the personality they lent him and suspected that his eyeballs weren’t as sensitive as all that.   The Commissioner looked definitely nervous. He straightened his cuffs, leaned back, and said, too heartily, “Sit down, Lije. Sit down.”   Baley sat down stiffly and waited.   Enderby said, “How’s Jessie? And the boy?”   “Fine,” said Baley, hollowly. “Just fine. And your family?”   “Fine,” echoed Enderby. “Just fine.” It had been a false start.   Baley thought: Something’s wrong with his face.   “Aloud, he said, “Commissioner, I wish you wouldn’t send R. Sammy out after me.”   “Well, you know how I feel about those things, Lije. But he’s been put here and I’ve got to use him for something.”   “It’s uncomfortable, Commissioner. He tells me you want me and then he stands there. You know what I mean. I have to tell him to go or he just keeps on standing there.”   “Oh, that’s my fault, Lije. I gave him the message to deliver and forgot to tell him specifically to get back to his job when he was through.”   “Baley sighed. The fine wrinkles about his intensely brown eyes grew more pronounced. “Anyway, you wanted to see me.”   “Yes, Lije,” said the Commissioner, “but not for anything easy.”   He stood up, turned away, and walked to the wall behind his desk. He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.   Baley blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.   The Commissioner smiled. “I had this arranged specially last year, Lije. I don’t think I’ve showed it to you before. Come over here and take a look. In the old days, all rooms had things like this. They were called ‘windows.’ Did you know that?”   Baley knew that very well, having viewed many historical novels.   “I’ve heard of them,” he said.   “Come here.”   Baley squirmed a bit, but did as he was told. There was something indecent about the exposure of the privacy of a room to the outside world. Sometimes the Commissioner carried his affection of Medievalism to a rather foolish extreme.   Like his glasses, Baley thought.   That was it! That was what made him look wrong!   Baley said, “Pardon me, Commissioner, but you’re wearing new glasses, aren’t you?”   The Commissioner stared at him in mild surprise, took off his glasses, looked at them and then at Baley. Without his glasses, his round face seemed rounder and his chin a trifle more pronounced. He looked vaguer, too, as his eyes failed to focus properly.   He said, “Yes.”   He put his glasses back on his nose, then added with real anger, “I broke my old ones three days ago. What with one thing or another I wasn’t able to replace them till this morning. Lije, those three days were hell.”   “On account of the glasses?”   “And other things, too. I’m getting to that.”   He turned to the window and so did Baley. With mild shock, Baley realized it was raining. For a minute, he was lost in the spectacle of water dropping from the sky, while the Commissioner exuded a kind of pride as though the phenomenon were a matter of his own arranging.   “This is the third time this month I’ve watched it rain. Quite a sight, don’t you think?”   “Against his will, Baley had to admit to himself that it was impressive. In his forty-two years he had rarely seen rain, or any of the phenomena of nature, for that matter.   He said, “It always seems a waste for all that water to come down on the city. It should restrict itself to the reservoirs.”   “Lije,” said the Commissioner, “you’re a modernist. That’s your trouble. In Medieval times, people lived in the open. I don’t mean on the farms only. I mean in the cities, too. Even in New York. When it rained, they didn’t think of it as waste. They gloried in it. They lived close to nature. It’s healthier, better. The troubles of modern life come from being divorced from nature. Read up on the Coal Century, sometime.”   Baley had. He had heard many people moaning about the invention of the atomic pile. He moaned about it himself when things went wrong, or when he got tired. Moaning like that was a built-in facet of human nature. Back in the Coal Century, people moaned about the invention of the steam engine. In one of Shakespeare’s plays, a character moaned about the invention of gunpowder. A thousand years in the future, they’d be moaning about the invention of the positronic brain.   The hell with it.   He said, grimly, “Look, Julius.” (It wasn’t his habit to get friendly with the Commissioner during office hours, however many ‘Lijes’ the Commissioner threw at him, but something special seemed called for here.) “Look, Julius, you’re talking about everything except what I came in here for, and it’s worrying me. What is it?”   The Commissioner said, “I’ll get to it, Lije. Let me do it my way. It’s—it’s trouble.”   “Sure. What isn’t on this planet? More trouble with the R’s?”   “In a way, yes. Lije. I stand here and wonder how much more trouble the old world can take. When I put in this window, I wasn’t just letting in the sky once in a while. I let in the City. I look at it and I wonder what will become of it in another century.”   Baley felt repelled by the other’s sentimentality, but he found himself staring outward in fascination. Even dimmed by the weather, the City was a tremendous thing to see. The Police Department was in the upper levels of City Hall, and City Hall reached high. From the Commissioner’s window, the neighboring towers fell short and the tops were visible. They were so many fingers, groping upward. Their walls were blank, featureless. They were the outer shells of human hives.   “In a way,” said the Commissioner, “I’m sorry it’s raining. We can’t see Spacetown.”   Baley looked westward, but it was as the Commissioner said. The horizon closed down. New York’s towers grew misty and came to an end against blank whiteness.   “I know what Spacetown is like,” said Baley.   “I like the picture from here,” said the Commissioner. “It can just be made out in the gap between the two Brunswick Sectors. Low domes spread out. It’s the difference between us and the Spacers. We reach high and crowd close. With them, each family has a dome for itself. One family: one house. And land between each dome. Have you ever spoken to any of the Spacers, Lije?”   “A few times. About a month ago, I spoke to one right here on your intercom,” Baley said, patiently.   “Yes, I remember. But then, I’m just getting philosophical. We and they. Different ways of life.”   Baley’s stomach was beginning to constrict a little. The more devious the Commissioner’s approach, the deadlier he thought might be the conclusion.   He said, “All right. But what’s so surprising about it? You can’t spread eight billion people over Earth in little domes. They’ve got space on their worlds, so let them live their way.”