Published by the American Geophysical Union as part of the Geophysical Monograph Series, Volume 18. I am advised that a preface, though not necessary, would at least be conventional. Since this provides the one opportunity for conventionality that the volume as a whole opens up, it would be churlish of me to decline. A preface normally includes, I am told, an indication of both the reason that underlies the volume's very existence and the individuals to whom the volume is directed. But part of the reason for the volume's existence lies, strange though it may seem, in communicating the reason for the volume's existence. Since prefaces generally go unread, I would be remiss if I attempted that communication here. Instead, I have left the attempt to the Introduction and Key, which I believe has a better chance of being read. Let us be willing to settle, for the moment, on the truly fundamental fact that the volume was prepared because I was prepared to prepare it and a publisher was prepared to publish it. As to the intended readers; they too, must wait for their identification in the Introduction and Key, unless they are willing to settle at this point on an identification as those who might be ready to read what I was prepared to prepare.
Laureen Fortune, still foxy at forty, visits the Arecibo Observatory as guest of former lover Kelly Collins, an astronomer from the University of Chicago. The Observatory's spectacular radio/radar telescope, comprising a twenty-acre reflecting dish of exquisitely shaped aluminum sheeting, a 600-ton cat's cradle of steel girders suspended fifty stories above to hold its radio feeds, and cutting-edge radio and computing equipment, has drawn a number of other scientific investigators and hangers-on to its site in north-west Puerto Rico. Laureen knows several of these as long-ago friends and/or lovers, brought together by the Observatory's unique attractions. Laureen inhales the tortured history and mixed-up culture of the Isle of Enchantment until the idyll is broken one day by the discovery at dawn of a body that has fallen from the suspended structure, pierced the dish, and been disemboweled in the process. Finding herself and Kelly quite reasonably under suspicion of murder, she converts from pseudo-scientist to amateur crime investigator and, by her naturally contrarian processes of thought, identifies the true culprit and obtains a confession. She chooses not to reveal her solution to the investigating authorities, which, for their own reasons, would prefer not to be told.
What's this? Crap and corruption at the University of Toronto? Ah, but that was a generation ago. Surely we can bask in the belief that nothing like the events reported here might recur today, or in the future, or at other universities? Whether or not they did happen in Toronto, as they did, so long ago? But this story is not just a recounting of academic perfidy, of gentlemanly agreements trashed, of student welfare thrown to the winds by delusional professors. It follows, as well, the attempts of Kelly Collins, Professor of Theoretical Astrophysics, as he tries to surface from the devastating loss of his young wife and unborn child some years before. These attempts lead him to the purchase of a house, its rental to a variety of students and friends, and the establishment of an investment club-The Croesus Club. All of these initiatives take on lives of their own when he goes on sabbatical to the antipodes. He is forced, by inexplicable charges of his own moral turpitude, to make an early return. A mind-boggling romp through what the house has become explains Kelly's predicament, then culminates in a startling resolution of all.
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