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"Preussisk blåt" handler om Carl Wilhelm Scheele og blåsyre, cyanid og arsengrønt. Preussisk blåt er et mørkeblåt pigment og kaldes også
"Schwarzschilds singularitet" handler om Karl Schwarzschild (9 oktober 1873 - 11 maj 1916), der overrasker Albert Einstein ved som den første at komme med en løsning til dennes ligninger i den generelle relativitetsteori. Einstein havde ikke regnet med at se en i sin egen levetid og denne er da også lidt skør for Schwarzschild er startet med en perfekt rund stjerne, der ikke roterer. Løsningen viser en singularitet, hvor rummet krummer sig helt sammen og afsnører stjernen, hvis dens masse kommer over en vis grænse. Schwarzschild lider af en autoimmun sygdom pemfigus, der tager livet af ham, inden Einsteins svar når frem. Einstein forsøger selv at vise at singulariteter ikke forekommer, men i 1939 viser Robert Oppenheim og Hartland Snyder at store stjerner netop vil trække sig sammen til sorte huller, når deres brændstof slipper op.
"Hjertets hjerte" handler om Shinichi Mochizuki, her i en fiktiv udgave. En matematiker, der måske og måske ikke har løst abc-formodningen. Mochizuki beviste en formodning af Alexander Grothendieck (28 marts 1928 - 13 november 2014). Shinichis værelseskammerat i Princeton, Minhyong Kim, stødte engang på ham om natten, hvor han i vildelse talte om Hjertets hjerte, en mærkelig størrelse som Grothendieck havde opdaget inderst inde i matematikken. Men næste dag kunne Shinishi ikke huske noget om den foregående nat, så det er stadig en gåde. Grothendieck var ikke noget helt almindeligt geni og droppede som 42-årig sin karriere som matematiker og levede hippie-agtigt til han trak sig tilbage til landsbyen Villecun.
"Når vi ikke længere forstår verden" handler om Werner Karl Heisenberg (5 december 1901 - 1 februar 1976) og Erwin Rudolf Josef Alexander Schrödinger (12 august 1887 - 4 januar 1961) og kvantemekanik. Med opdagelsen af Heisenberg's usikkerhedsrelation ophører vores mulighed for at forstå verden. Heisenberg tager til Helgoland for at slippe væk fra pollen, der i juni 1925 har gjort hans liv til et allergiplaget helvede. Her får han et gennembrud, en matrixformulering af kvantemekanikken. Han sender det til Bohr, der bliver dybt fascineret og giver besked videre til Einstein. Denne ser klart hvad det betyder, men håber at Louis de Broglie (15 august 1892 - 19 marts 1987) kan redde det. Hans storebror Maurice de Broglie (27 april 1875 - 14 juli 1960) er eksperimentalfysiker, men Louis har talent for teorien. Maurice var sekretær for den første Solvaykonference og Louis faldt over noterne om kvantemekanik. I 1924 afleverer han en doktorafhandling om at partikler også er bølger. Bedømmelseskomiteen er i vildrede og sender en kopi til Albert Einstein. Flere måneder senere kommer svaret: "Han har løftet et hjørne af det store slør. Det er den første svage lysstråle, der illuminerer den paradoksale kvanteverden, vores generations store dilemma". Schrödinger får også fat i en kopi og præsenterer det på et seminar. Han er voldsomt begejstret og regner med at alle kan blive sparet for at bruge den her rædselsfulde algebra, som Werner Heisenberg har opfundet. En kollega Peter Debye spolerer fornøjelsen ved at sige at de Broglie bølgerne behøver en ligning. Schrödinger har tuberkulose og benytter et nødvendigt sanatorieophold til at finde en ligning. Hen over seks måneder skriver han fem artikler, som Max Planck og Paul Dirac læser med stor nydelse "som et barn, der lytter til løsningen af en gåde, der har plaget ham i årevis". Dirac siger også at ligningen omfatter praktisk taget hele den indtil da kendte fysik og i det mindste principielt hele kemien! Heisenberg er ikke begejstret og tager til København og arbejder for Niels Bohr. De diskuterer og skændes i flere uger og Bohr tager på tidlig juleferie. Da han kommer tilbage har Heisenberg kombineret sin teori med Schrödingers ligning og har fundet usikkerhedsrelationen. Den 24 oktober 1927 starter den femte Solvay-konference og alle de førende fysikere har sat hinanden stævne der. Paul Dirac, Wolfgang Pauli, Max Planck, Marie Curie, Hendrik Lorentz og Albert Einstein. Mødets titel er Om elektroner og fotoner. Heisenberg og Bohr præsenterer Københavnerfortolkningen: Fysikken skal ikke længere beskæftige sig med virkeligheden, men kun med hvad vi kan sige om virkeligheden. "Vi anser kvantemekanikken for en lukket teori, hvis matematiske og fysiske antagelser ikke længere er modtagelige for nogen form for modifikation". Sådan! Einstein prøver hårdt at komme med modeksempler, men de preller af. Gud spiller terninger.
"Epilog. Nattegartneren" handler om træer og om ikke at forstå kvantemekanikken. Og en mand, der laver havearbejde om natten tæt ved et træ, hvor hans bedstemor hængte sig. Og som har forladt matematikken og taler om den, som eks-alkoholikere taler om alkohol.
"Tak" handler om kilder og hjælpere, der har bidraget til forfatterens arbejde med denne bog.
En meget levende og letflydende beretning om mangt og meget. Om det er kauserende eller rablende og manisk afhænger nok af læserens velvilje. Der er også vås og vrøvl som fx på side 31, hvor der står at omkring 50% af kvælstofatomerne i vores kroppe er kunstigt skabte.
Erwin Schrödinger havde et talent for at sprede sine gener. Det er veldokumenteret at han havde mange elskerinder foruden sin kone og flere at dem fik børn med ham. Og han havde også en forkærlighed for meget unge og mindreårige piger.
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"A fictional examination of the lives of real-life scientists and thinkers whose discoveries resulted in moral consequences beyond their imagining. When We Cease to Understand the World is a book about the complicated links between scientific and mathematical discovery, madness, and destruction. Fritz Haber, Alexander Grothendieck, Werner Heisenberg, Erwin Schrodinger: these are some of luminaries into whose troubled lives Labatut's book thrusts the reader, showing us how they grappled with the most profound questions of existence. They have strokes of unparalleled genius, alienate friends and lovers, descend into isolation and insanity. Some of their discoveries reshape human life to the better; others pave the way to chaos and unimaginable suffering. The lines are never clear. At a breakneck pace and with a wealth of disturbing detail, Benjamin Labatut uses the imaginative resources of fiction to tell the stories of scientists and mathematicians who expanded our notions of the possible"--… (more)
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I do not understand why people love this. I enjoyed the first and last stories, and the middle was a boring emphasis on the maybe real or maybe fictional mental and physical illnesses of
Using real people as fictional characters--especially modern real people--is one of my huge pet peeves. The acknowledgements here of "yeah a lot of this is true, here's the books I used" doesn't work for me for sources. Write a biography, or write a novel with your own characters and ideas, but don't write this.
Also, a blurb on the back cover calls this a "nonfiction novel". That is an oxymoron.
“Schwarzschild complains of something strange that has begun to grow inside him: ‘I don’t know how to name or define it, but it has an irrepressible force and darkens all my thoughts. It is a void without form or dimension, a shadow I can’t see, but one that I can feel with the entirety of my soul’”.
In the end this is a fascinating unique mesmerizing work of fiction based on the lives of geniuses who dared explore the very essence of life and existence.
This book is a mix of non-fiction and fiction. It starts off mostly non-fiction and gradually adds more fiction as it goes along. It is a mind-blowing analysis of several primary concepts in mathematics, chemistry, and
One of the most interesting sections is the rivalry between Heisenberg and Schrödinger, each having come up with a different approach to quantum mechanics. There are tie-ins with art and the real-world impact of scientific discoveries, both positive and negative, and how they may be used for both good and evil. It explores both genius and mental instability. I found it fascinating and noted plenty of topics for further reading.
“It was mathematics, not nuclear weapons, computers, biological warfare, or our climate Armageddon, which was changing our world to the point where, in a couple decades, at most, we would simply not be able to grasp what being human really meant.”
The last short chapter, "The Night Gardener" is like an epilogue, bringing the author into the work along with the night gardener who strikes me as probably a fiction. I chose not to read the graphic description of the death of the poisoned dogs. I think they are
The book is well written and disruptive of any thought of good & rational science.
What makes this book the richer, is that while no knowledge of the characters is required, the more you know about them, the deeper the mysteries. I have spent much time with many of the principals, as the intellectual revolution of 20th century physics has always fascinated me. Einstein of course, though he is mostly a silent partner here. Haber, Heisenberg, Schrodinger, de Broglie, Bohr: these are more than heroes to me. They are the authors of one of the greatest intellectual accomplishments of humankind: the quantum revolution and quantum mechanics. A beautiful theory which yields correct results without fail. And which many would describe as inscrutable and incapable of being fully understood outside of the math.
So to put Labatut’s methods under the microscope, in a way that will spoil nothing, Fritz Haber invented the chemical warfare that introduced a heinous new method of killing during WWI. Days after its first use, his wife Clara died by suicide. One possibility historians have entertained is that the motive was her revulsion at what her husband had created. But there was no note, and the matter remains unresolved. In Labatut’s telling, Clara accuses Haber of perverting science and killing on a massive scale, and she shoots herself in the chest. Apart from the curious conviction of the narrator, Labatut here has done something fascinating yet subtle. He has taken one possibility, and by observing it, reified it. In this version, we observe their argument, and one of many possibilities is made concrete: we now have a result. In a parallel to quantum physics, a result remains in a state of possibility until observed, at which time it assumes definite characteristics. Schrodinger’s cat is both dead and alive until the box is opened. Once examined, Clara kills herself because of Haber. Brilliant, and yet the reader must work to see the parallel.
The title: When We Cease to Understand the World. What are we to make of this? Clearly quantum mechanics is the manifest topic. Perhaps the most entrenched, unassailable theory in science, and yet not understood in human terms. But Labatut has something more in mind. Like elementary particles, the very “ceasing to understand" itself has a host of possible manifestations. We know things but are ignorant of their ultimate consequences. We derive formulae but can’t follow our logic in doing so. We don’t understand our own cognitive processes in reaching conclusions. Some claim to understand things that no one else can follow, in a triumph of subjectivity. The consequences are personal and painful, not only theoretical and philosophical. Something has been lost, something that Labatut sketches out gracefully through compelling vignettes. We are disconnected from ourselves, forsaking our human way of perceiving ourselves and our environment.
Labatut has written a beautiful book. His research is impeccable. There is a longing here for a time when the world was more comprehensible. Where is the acknowledgment of our changed relationship to what and how we understand? How effectively and elegantly he expresses his lament - almost paralleling the process of the creators of quantum theory! I feel astonished at his creation of a form in which to do so. This is a work of art, and an achievement to be reckoned with.
However, Benjamin takes you on a
Do we understand the world? We believe we do but, when you read this book, you may ask yourself if your complacency is justified.
The book is a wild ride and will not let you off until you have reached the last page.
Don't be surprised if, at the end, you want to read the book again.
Labatut structures the story around several critical scientific and mathematical advances that led to both good and bad (really bad) outcomes, and the men (yes, all men) that created them. The first chapter, based entirely on
The remainder of the book is more concerned with the advances in physics and mathematics, particularly centered on Heisenberg. Without a single equation, Labatut shows the reader the conundrums that deeply disturbed the atomic physics community and created quantum mechanics. His portraits of the mental states of Heisenberg, Einstein, Bohr, Schroedinger, Alexander Grothendieck and Shinichi Mochizuki, the latter two mathematical geniuses who ultimately gave up mathematics and, some would say, went mad, are more and more imagined as the narrative proceeds, grotesque, sometimes mystical, but always leading to both benefit and destruction, real and in the future.
Is science dangerous? Should we abandon mathematics because we are unable to comprehend its implications? Should we avoid the attempt to understand the atom? Can we really hide from these advances? The ending fantasy is almost, but not quite, sweet.
Along the way, Labatut intersperses an encyclopaedic account of these men (and they are all men) and their ideas with his own imaginative and often mystical or erotic threads of plot and dialogue, providing a kind of intimacy you won't find in the history books. In that sense, it's unclear if his writing is - to borrow some of his protagonists' metaphors - a wave or a particle. Like Werner Heisenberg, as observers we can't know both the veracity and insight of Labatut's writing at the same time.
However, we do know that he fails to solve the obscure equations entwining imagination and reality in our minds. By the end of this slim volume, it is only clear that we have yet to understand the world and our fellow humans and may never do so. Without being able to know exactly where we are ontologically, his implication is that we can never predict the outcomes of our knowledge, or the horrors that may result. He may also be hinting that - like stars falling past the point of no return - 'when we cease to understand' we're already too far into a black hole to escape the effects of our ignorance.
Having been whisked through the lives and misadventures of Fritz Haber, Erwin Schrodinger, Karl Schwarzschild, Alexander Grothendieck and others, we are really none the wiser to explain - in a final chapter closer to home for Labatut himself - why dogs are poisoned or lemon trees die with a final upsurge of fecundity. Like the author, perhaps all we can do is hug those closest to us as hard as we can.
Ultimately, I found the work not to my liking due to its depressive, almost nihilistic pessimism, and moreover, because the blend of nonfiction and fiction distracted me by making me question everything I was reading. For example, a central chapter characterizes a mathematician named Grothendieck, whose career seems so remarkable I was fairly sure he was made up. He’s not. But how much of what the book says about him is true? And what are the discoveries that the book only hints at? “One of his greatest strokes of genius,” we’re told, “was expanding the notion of the point....Where others had seen a simple locus without depth, size or breadth, Grothendieck saw an entire universe. No one had proposed something so bold since Euclid.” But what did Grothendieck propose? It seems nonsensical on its face. Nothing more is mentioned about this bold idea. We’re introduced repeatedly to similar “breakthroughs,” all completely vague, such as “the concept of motive, a ray of light capable of illuminating every conceivable incarnation of a mathematical object.” Once again, this seems like nonsense, as a ray of light can’t “illuminate” an abstract concept, which by definition cannot be “incarnated.” I don’t know if the author is simply trying to analogize mathematical ideas that can’t be explained in any other way, or what, but he might as well be talking about magic spells that demons aim at elves. It’s very frustrating. As Grothendieck goes crazy, his behavior and his concepts grow more wild. If I knew this was all fiction, I could digest it, but knowing that it’s some unknown mix of fiction and nonfiction makes it impossible for me to swallow. I don’t want to close the book thinking I know something about the real Grothendieck when I can’t trust a single thing I’ve read. Perhaps readers with less literal minds than mine, and readers who are more comfortable with nearly unsolvable ambiguities, would profit from this book much more than I.
The second chapter is about Karl Schwarzschild, a brilliant mathematician whose calculations, carried out while he commanded an artillery unit on the Russian front postulated the existence of black holes: the Schwarzschild singularity. The author imagines Schwarzschild's emotional state, his reaction to his discovery, Einstein's response. In the third chapter, the focus remains on mathematics, with the withdrawn Japanese mathematician Mochizuki linking to the life and work of Alexander Grothendieck, who retried at the peak of his powers to devote his life to environmental causes and religion, becoming increasingly eccentric and ascetic. Or is this the author's conjecture?
The longest section of the book covers the quantum physicists, in particular the work and rivalry of Schroedinger and Heisenberg. With Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, we cease to understand the world.
I found this book fascinating and enjoyed reading it, but where does fact end and fiction begin? What thoughts, opinions and emotions has Labatut imposed on his scientists? What dread?
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Oversat fra spansk "Un verdor terrible" af Peter Adolphsen
Side 100: Helgoland efter Anden Verdenskrig.
Briterne detonerede overskydende ammunition efter krigen ved at samle det på Helgoland og sprænge det den 18 april 1947. 11 kiloton sprængstoffer efterlod noget af et krater på øen og det kan stadig ses.
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