Isaac Asimov Short Stories Bibliography
This list of short stories by Isaac Asimov is divided into published collections (along with a list of short stories which were noted by Asimov as having never been published in a collection, due to having been lost). Note, though, that some of his novels, such as Foundation, could also be considered short story collections, because they were originally published serially in stories that were relatively self-contained. Azazel and Magic contain fantasy stories – the other non-mystery collections contain mostly science fiction.
Read more about Isaac Asimov Short Stories Bibliography: Unpublished/lost Short Stories, I, Robot (1950), The Martian Way and Other Stories (1955), Earth Is Room Enough (1957), Nine Tomorrows (1959), The Rest of The Robots (1964), Through A Glass, Clearly (1967), Asimov's Mysteries (1968), Nightfall and Other Stories (1969), The Early Asimov (1972), Tales of The Black Widowers (1974), Buy Jupiter and Other Stories (1975), The Bicentennial Man and Other Stories (1976), More Tales of The Black Widowers (1976), Casebook of The Black Widowers (1980), The Union Club Mysteries (1983), The Winds of Change and Other Stories (1983), Banquets of The Black Widowers (1984), Azazel (1988), Puzzles of The Black Widowers (1990), Gold (1995), Magic (1996), The Return of The Black Widowers (2003)
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