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The Universe in a Nutshell

Saturn from Cassini 3-27-04
(Saturn image from Cassini (3-27-04) courtesy NASA, aquired from Wikipedia. Click image for a larger resolution)

When I was very young, living in Virginia, my dad woke me up in the middle of the night to go outside and look through the telescope. He had it pointing at Saturn, and for the first time, I saw the rings. This was back when the Voyager probes were sending images back from the gas giants, the days of Skylab and the Viking missions. Back then, it was easy to imagine that someday I would travel to the planets.

Those starry nights along with thrilling days spent at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum ignited one of the longest running passions of my life: astronomy.

Eventually, Skylab fell, the Moon got farther away, NASA went from exploring to transporting, the speed of light remained inviolable, and I gave up on thinking I would ever travel the stars. But I kept reading. I kept peering out through the telescope, every winter staring for hours on end at the Pleaides and the star nursery of Orion.

In college my love of observational astronomy developed into a fascination with the bizarre nature of theoretical and quantum physics that always led me back astronomical weirdness: neutron stars, quasars, magnetars, black holes, radio galaxies. Thinking about this stuff is to ponder the very nature of existence.

Endless fascination, of course, always brings me to books and so it was that I read Stephen Hawkings’s beautifully illustrated The Universe in a Nutshell. The book is a wide-ranging overview of Hawking’s thinking about the nature of the universe and indeed reality itself.

He covers general relativity and quantum mechanics before delving into the various attempts to reconcile the two, including: 11-dimesnional supergravity, branes, 10-dimensional membranes, superstrings, and m-theory. Black holes, imaginary time, time travel and the big bang come into play as well.

The all-encompassing M-theory seems the most fascinating and his lucid explanation of the possibility that we exist on a four dimensional brane is particularly compelling. In this scenario, three of the four fundamental forces (strong, weak, electromagnetic) propagate only on the brane while gravity propagates across the interdimensional space (or whatever you’d call it) to other branes. It’s an interesting attempt to unify gravity with the other forces, and one that I’ll definitely have to read more about.

Other than relativity and quantum mechanics, this was all new to me and somewhat difficult to absorb while reading in bed at night. Hawking, however, knows his audience for this book is not one of professional scientists, but rather curious laymen, and his authorial demeanor is that of a kindly guide leading a tour through the most amazing museum, a museum that in fact encompasses everything.

I love reading books like this because they open my mind to ideas that are as exciting and awe-inspiring as when I was a little kid looking into the telescope and seeing Saturn’s rings for the first time.

To Kill a Mockingbird

In the long list of books I never read in high school, Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird is probably the one I most always meant to read. It’s not that I didn’t read it because I was lazy, it just wasn’t ever assigned and there’s something about “school classics” that causes kids to not read them unless forced to do so.

I guess it’s because if a book is deemed acceptable by teachers, students assume a lack of substantial violence, substantive nudity, substandard language, and substance abuse.

Invariably, many of us who stuck with trashy sci-fi novels when given the choice, grow into adults who eventually pick up and read the few “school classics” that weren’t assigned (To Kill a Mockingbird, A Separate Peace, Fahrenheit 451, etc) and yet somehow remembered. As an adult, it’s easy to see why so many teachers assign these books, and I always wish I’d read them when I was younger, but then I wouldn’t have read the other “school classics” that I was assigned to read.

Can’t read ’em all, I suppose, but dammit, I’m gonna try!

So I finally read To Kill a Mockingbird so that I could finish teaching it to a group of students who had already started it with another teacher. Couldn’t put it down. I knew, generally, what it was about, and I had seen the movie years ago, but the book really struck me.

My Side of the Mountain

Jean Craighead George’s My Side of the Mountain is a book that I probably wouldn’t have picked up had I not suddenly found myself having to teach it after the recent tragedy at work. It’s a book for young readers that somehow I missed when I was growing up.

The story is simple: a kid named Sam runs away from New York City sometime in the 1950s to go live in the woods. He spends a year living alone in the Catskill Mountains, hunting and trapping for food. He learns to live off the land with the help of a falcon named Frightful that he stole from her nest and then trained to hunt for him.

It’s a sweet and touching book about living in harmony with nature, a kind of fictional Walden for young readers that even references Thoreau on a few occasions. Most impressive are George’s vivid descriptions of the woods and its animals and how they all change with the seasons. George never idealizes nature, choosing instead to just describe the natural world through young Sam’s eyes, yet what emerges is an ideal world that slowly changes Sam as he discovers that true independence has its price.

My Side of the Mountain is a pleasant (and quick for an adult) read that reminds me of camping trips during my New England Boy Scouting years and makes me want to run away to the woods and live off fresh fish and berries.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Well, no, not mine…

From the time I first read the dense and lovely Autumn of the Patriarch I have been amazed by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. More than any other writer, his work takes me to a place that is as real as my own street and as distant as another’s dreams. Reading Garcia Marquez is more than picking up a book. To read Garcia Marquez is to enter another world, a parrallel dimension in which myths and magic are as real as a South American traffic jam. The worlds he creates feel modern and yet ancient like old film reels and sepia-toned photographs depicting events that happened only yesterday.

One Hundred Years of Solitude is my favorite novel. My favorite short story is his “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings.” I’ve read many of his other stories and novellas all of which created a huge mountain of expectation for his latest, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, which I finally got around to reading.

Memories is slim book, simple and elegant in language, that relates the tale of an old man who on his ninetieth birthday arranges a gift for himself: a night of wild love with a teenage virgin. Arrangements are made at the local brothel and when the night arrives he finds that the girl has been drugged to ease her nerves and as he watches her sleep, he falls in love.

Each day, Rosa Cabarcas, the madam, demands that he show up and take what he has paid for, but each night the narrator falls more deeply in love with the sleeping beauty, afraid to touch her, afraid to wake her and content to be in love for the first time in his life.

Like much of Marquez’ work, the novel has a languid, dreamlike feel that works perfectly in this tale of a romantic’s dream of love that might finally be acknowledged as real. We follow the narrator through his ninetieth year as he comes to realize that there is much life left in him, that age is but a state of mind, so long as there is love.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores does not rely heavily on the kind of carnival magic atmosphere that has characterized so much of Marquez’ magical realism style, but the magic is still there, lingering after the tents have been folded up and put away and the carnival has moved on to the next town leaving a few stragglers on the shore of some Columbian sea. It’s a work suffused with the kind of quiet magic that one might feel when falling in love for the first time in ninety years.

The Burma Road

Donovan Webster’s The Burma Road: The Epic Story of the China – Burma – India Theater in World War II is a gripping account of the enormous battles and personal sacrifice in what ultimately came to be (barely) remembered as something of a backwater in World War II.

In the beginning of the war between the Allies and Japan, the Allies pursued a two-prong strategy: island hopping in the Pacific on one front and on the other pushing in towards Japan from mainland China. The latter required the Allies to keep China in the war by supplying the nationalist army under the command of the apparently incompetent and corrupt Chiang Kai-shek.

The man responsible for pulling off this impossible task was American general Joseph Stilwell, whose main mission was to reopen the Burma Road that ran from India to China and which would allow the Allies to provide provisions to the Chinese.

Though Webster focuses on Stilwell’s efforts, both military and bureaucratic, to drive the Japanese out of Burma and away from India so that the road could be rebuilt and reopened, the book ranges widely, recounting the exploits of the British Chindit brigades, Merrill’s Marauders, the hump pilots who flew the airlift missions over the Himalayas into China, the Flying Tiger squadrons and the day-to-day lives of the men in the field. It’s a testament to Webster’s storytelling abilities that he is able to bring all of this together into a narrative that is both concise and detailed.

Webster’s greatest achievement here is his depiction of the terrible conditions under which men fought and died, often as much from starvation and disease as from combat. He moves nicely from battlefield heroics and tragedies to the tactical details of the military campaign, ultimately presenting a picture of the CBI Theater from multiple perspectives from soldiers on the ground to the lines of the generals’ maps.

The Burma Road is a well-researched and engaging work of popular history that is definitely worth the time of anyone wondering how China managed to stay in the war and how the Japanese were ultimately pushed out of south Asia.

Zero

I just finished reading a book about nothing. Actually it’s about everything, which is of course the flip side of nothing. More specifically, I’ve been reading Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife. The book is an interesting and insightful exploration of the history of this troubling and important number that we so easily take for granted.

Seife traces zero’s roots from a placeholder in the Babylonian number system all the way up to the problems it causes in modern physics whether deep in the gravity wells of black holes or in the subatomic orbits of electrons.

My favorite thing about reading this was the historical aspects of the tale. Zero was considered heresy in early Christian Europe because it represented the void and brought up issues surrounding the infinite, both of which clashed with the Aristotelian theology at the heart of the early church. Without zero, though, European math would be trapped forever within the perimeters of geometry.

Seife relates the stories of sometimes clandestine efforts of mathematicians who worked with the Eastern algebra and its conception of zero, combining it with geometry and developing trigonometry and finally calculus. Along the way they discovered irrational numbers, negative numbers, and my favorite from high school – imaginary numbers, a concept that still blows my mind just as it did back then.

When I took Calculus back in high school, I didn’t understand why it existed or what you could do with it. It was just problems I couldn’t figure out how to work. Without getting too mathematical, Seife articulately explains what calculus is for and why it’s needed. In essence it’s the language of change and motion, the language of physics, without which science as we know it could not have developed. And calculus couldn’t have developed without an understanding of the mathematical properties of zero and infinity. Perhaps it would have been more interesting back then if I had understood its purpose.

Seife finally moves from a history of math to an overview of the great mysteries surrounding modern physics such as the big bang and black holes (zeros in relativity), electrons (zeros in quantum mechanics) and finally a quick take on the efforts of string theorists to remove those zeros that cause breakdowns in the laws of physics. String theory is briefly explained as a primarily mathematical attempt to unify relativity with quantum mechanics in a quantum theory of gravity or better yet, a theory of everything. He wraps the book up with thoughts about the beginning and end of the universe, literally going from nothing to everything.

In the Talking Heads song “Heaven” David Byrne sings, “It’s hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, could be so much fun.” It’s a beautiful song and one that may or may not capture the essence of Heaven, but certainly describes the experience of reading Zero, a book about nothing at all, and yet so much fun.

Dangerous Waters and Port Security

VLCC - US Navy via Wkipedia - Public Domain

In this week of port security issues that have suddenly entered the news cycle, it seems fitting that I have been reading Dangerous Waters: Modern Piracy and Terror on the High Seas by John S Burnett, which I picked up after reading The Outlaw Sea. Burnett’s book suggests a host of issues that makes the security of our ports all the more important.

Burnett began his investigation into modern piracy after he was attacked on his sailboat by a group of Indonesian pirates in the South China Sea. Over the course of researching the issue, he spent time on a VLCC (very large crude carrier – one of the largest ship types) as well as with the Malaysian authorities who attempt to stop piracy, and then on a smaller refined products tanker traveling from Singapore to Ho Chi Minh City, through the most pirated waters in the world.

It’s a fascinating book that takes the reader into a world that few of us who aren’t involved in shipping or blue water sailing ever consider.

Burnett captures the fear of piracy that many crews live with on a daily basis as they practice and engage in antipiracy defenses that are too often inadequate. He relates the tales of survivors of pirate attacks and tells the stories of ships that simply disappeared sometimes never to be heard from again and other times to be found flying new flags and boasting new names.

Two common themes emerge throughout the book: stealing a ship is easy and it happens all the time. Whether the vessel is a private sailboat, the largest oil and chemical tankers, or a container ship full of random cargo, it is very easy to climb aboard while the ship is moving slowly through narrow channels or even when underway on the high seas. Whole ships are stolen, the crews killed and tossed overboard or marooned on small islands. The ships are repainted at sea, their names changed and with new papers forged and new flags hoisted these phantom ships can deliver illegal immigrants, stolen goods, guns, drugs, or even a weapon of mass destruction to nearly any port in the world. A tanker full of volatile cargo could easily become a weapon simply by pointing it at a target, or it could be an environmental catastrophe resulting when a crew is tied up while being robbed thus leaving no one to steer the ship.

The second issue Burnett addresses is the frequency of pirate attacks, particularly in the South China Sea and in the Straits of Malacca that separate Singapore and Malaysia from Indonesia. It is distressingly common for ships of all sizes to be robbed – a frightening prospect when one considers the kinds of dangerous cargo some ships carry – and in many cases for them to disappear completely with no trace of the cargo, the crew, or the ship itself. Burnett focuses on the Southeast Asia region where the problem is particularly acute since so much of the world’s shipping travels those lanes, but it is increasingly occurring along the African coast, the Middle East, the Caribbean, and South America.

A quick check of the Kuala Lumpur based International Maritime Bureau’s Piracy Reporting Center’s weekly piracy report reveals the fact that not much has changed since Burnett wrote in 2002. Attacks are still occurring with great frequency and little public awareness. Where this issue becomes one that affects everyone is in the connection between piracy and terror. Pirates are motivated by greed, terrorists by ideology, but the techniques for stealing a ship are the same and the implications of a suicide navy composed of a fleet of phantom ships is truly frightening to consider.

If Burnett is right in his assessment of the ease of taking a ship and the lack of coordinated response by the world’s naval powers, then port security and the security of shipping in general is tenuous at best. Piracy in all of its forms from opportunistic fishermen who see the chance to mug the crew of a slow-moving ship to crime syndicates out to steal cargo or terrorists seeking to wreak havoc will likely continue until someone sinks a cruise ship, blows up a chemical tanker or detonates a bomb hidden in a container ship in a busy port, or runs a VLCC aground in a major shipping lane.

All of this highlights the need for increased port security, but more importantly for better security in the world’s shipping lanes. Port security is important but I wonder if securing the world’s shipping lanes might not be more important. By next week, there will be something else in the news and all this will be forgotten probably until it’s too late.

The Outlaw Sea from a Safe Distance

I suppose it has to do with growing up on and around Navy bases where I was always near the ocean, but I love reading about life at sea. Living in central Texas, the ocean isn’t exactly close by. There’s the Gulf of Mexico, but even that’s several hours drive away and as nice at it is to drink Coronas and watch the waves and gulls while sitting in bars along Seawall in Galveston, it’s not excatly majestic. So I miss the ocean and read about it as much as possible.

I picked up William Langewiesche’s The Outlaw Sea a few days ago after having thought about buying it for several years. I realize that I’d already heard or read much of it. Large sections of the short book had previously appeared in Atlantic Monthly, particularly the vivid account of the ferry Estonia’s ill-fated trip across the Baltic Sea in 1994. I had read that feature a few years ago with great interest and was pleased to see that he expanded on the account for the book.

I believe some of this book was also used as source material for the high school debate topic a few years ago and my debaters must have found it because I remember pieces of the text being cited as evidence while I listened to them practice their speeches. All of this made the book a fascinating read filled with the kind of external associations that make reading so pleasurable.

The book is subtitled “A World of Freedom, Chaos, and Crime” and the first part of the book was the most fascinating for me. This was where Langewiesche described the modern form of piracy, which is a far cry from the romance of Jimmy Buffett songs. I was stunned to learn that whole freighters are sometimes taken. The stunning part is the lack of coverage, I suppose. But then the people who typically crew these ships are often the poorest members of the poorest societies. Not exactly the kind of people the American media tends to cover. The description of pirate activities in and around the South China Sea (where I swam as a kid – another association) and one particular incident of a ship being stolen is absolutley riveting.

Langewiesche focuses not just on piracy, but its cousin maritime terrorism (he mentions the so-called Al-Queda navy) as well as the regulatory confusion caused by flags of convenience, a troublesome issue that lies at or near the bottom of many of the problems he describes. I can’t say I learned much that I didn’t already know about issues on the high seas, but I did enjoy his style and his very well documented accounts of the various maritime disasters he describes.

It’s a good read, but drinking beer and eating shrimp while watching a calm gulf lap at the shores suddenly seems like a very nice way to appreciate the ocean.

Pants on Fire

I keep hearing about the “controversy” surrounding James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces. I just don’t get it. I first heard about this at the Kathy Griffin show that I posted about last week when she mentioned Frey getting chewed out by Oprah. The next day it was in the paper. What I don’t get is why this should be such a big deal. Many people (not me, I haven’t read it) seem to feel betrayed because they read and liked the book only to find out that it was – gasp! – made up.

Why should this bother anyone? We aren’t talking about historical events, scientific discoveries, how to safely dismantle a bomb, or anything that’s really important. It’s about one guy’s drug problems. Does the book’s veracity really change whether or not a person enjoyed reading it or learned something from it? I suppose for some people it must, but for me it seems sort of irrelevant.

This reminds me a friend who claims that Jesus never existed and never said all the things he is supposed to have said so therefore we should just disregard the Bible altogether. Putting all the obvious problems with disregarding an ancient and influential book like the Bible aside and accepting his claim that there was no Jesus, we’re still left with the fact that somebody somewhere had to write the Gospels and make all that stuff up. It’s quite a feat and still gives one much to think about, whether it’s literally true or not. I wish I had the talent to invent dialog such as Jesus had with his detractors.

I don’t suppose anyone will be L Ron Hubbardizing Frey any time soon, but it seems that a reader’s interaction with a text shouldn’t necessarily depend on whether or not it really happened as stated. This leads to Oprah’s choice to replace Frey’s memoir with another memoir: Night by Elie Wiesel. If it came out tomorrow that Wiesel never experienced the horrors he so eloquently describes and instead spent World War II living in a Manhattan penthouse, he would certainly lose credibility as a witness to the Holocaust, but Night would not be diminished one bit for me, and I would still have my students read it.

I do think Frey should have presented his work as fiction, and the marketeers who have helped him sell it have a right to be mad that their work, the image they so carefully crafted – or dare I say, made up? – is now shot, but I suspect that had he tried to sell it as fiction he would probably still be trying to sell it.

UPDATE 2-3-06: This discussion is also going on at Dem Soldier’s blog where you can see some truly beautiful photography as well. I was commenting there as I was working up this post, so links seem appropriate if a bit belated.

Playing with Ideas in Sophie’s World

Football elation can’t last forever, so this blog now returns to its usual grey for a post about a book. (Perhaps we’ll try yellow when Lance wins his next Tour de France.)

When I taught high school debate I always wished I had a book to share with my students that would provide a fun and easy introduction to philosophy and that would hold the interest of kids ranging from freshmen to seniors. Apparently, a Norwegian high school philosophy teacher named Jostein Gaarder thought the same thing, so he wrote Sophie’s World.

This has been on my bookshelf for several years (so, as my wife points out, I did have it while I was teaching debate) but I’ve only just now found the time to read it, and I loved it! The book tells the story of a fourteen-year-old girl who begins receiving cryptic letters in her mailbox. She soon finds herself enrolled in a correspondence course with a mysterious philosopher.

Gaarder does an excellent job presenting the history of human thought about existence from the early myths to philosophy to modern science in a whimsical and good-natured mystery wherein Sophie’s philosophy lessons become the clues to solving the mysteries in her own life. The story takes strange twists and turns that mirror the thinking of the various philosophers Sophie studies and ultimately each turn provides some kind of contextual example of the ideas Gaarder is trying to illuminate.

It’s clear Gaarder has a specific audience in mind – young people being introduced to philosophy – but I think even one well educated in philosophy would enjoy this simply because Gaarder manages to capture the wonder and thrill of learning for the first time about big ideas that sadly gets beaten out of so many of us. The book is never pedantic, always charming, and provides many jumping off points for thought-games and other mental excursions into the nature of both storytelling and reality itself. Sophie’s World never takes itself too seriously and reminds the reader just how much fun it can be to play with ideas.