One posthumous measure of a person's life is how often you
imagine his impossible return to deal with some event he never lived to
encounter. You picture his reactions, his advice, his sage commentary and
humorous asides. For instance, I
think about Mark Twain's hypothetical take on current events several times a
week. That's the legacy of Twain's achievements and character.
By this measure, I
believe, famed physicist Richard Feynman still bulks large in the collective
psyche of a certain segment of mankind. Nearly twenty-five years after his
death, those who knew him personally and those who enjoyed only a book-based
familiarity with the man are still imagining how he would react to new
scientific discoveries, new headlines, and new cultural trends. How we could
have used his irreverent insights into the Fukushima nuclear disaster, for
instance.
Surely a sign of this
unfading interest is Lawrence Krauss's sprightly yet majestic new biography, Quantum
Man: Richard Feynman's Life in Science, which
does a bravura job of reincarnating the unique personality that was Richard
Feynman.
As the book's subtitle
dictates, Krauss will focus on Feynman's life in science, assuredly the
consuming passion of Feynman's existence. We will, insofar as possible, live
through the intellectual battles and victories that preoccupied Feynman,
sharing his fruitful deductions and dead ends, his initial impetuses toward
discovery, his attainment of heights of visionary insight not given to lesser
scientists. To do this, Krauss has to lay out a lot of physics and history of
science, and he does so with topnotch clarity. Consider, as just one example,
his guided tour of Bose-Einstein condensates, those strange materials that form
at temperatures near absolute zero. The counterintuitive behavior of this kind
of strange matter is laid out brilliantly. But more crucially, Krauss makes us
understand why BEC fascinated Feynman for the deeper secrets the field held. Nor
is Feynman's career as an inspirational teacher slighted, with firsthand
testimony from Krauss about the seminal place that the famous Feynman
Lectures on Physics hold
right up to the present.
And of course, since science is a cooperative enterprise, we
get to see how well Feynman played with his peers, such as at various pivotal
conferences like the one at Shelter Island in 1947. And because Krauss is
himself a well-known physicist, he can perform reportorial miracles by interviewing
his fellow scientists such as Marty Block, present at a 1956 meeting where a
slightly discreditable tale about Feynman originated, and which Krauss now
proves untrue.
But this core focus does
not mean Krauss will neglect the more "human" elements of his hero. All
the fabled Feynman eccentricities are present—scientific satori in strip
clubs!—even those behaviors such as his womanizing that might reflect badly on
the man. Krauss sees where Feynman sabotaged himself: "…a character trait
that would come back to haunt him: he didn't want to follow other physicists'
leads." But in general, the human portrait that Krauss sketches is one of
a lively, humorous, generous, loving man who also chanced to be a scientific
genius.
Krauss's ultimate
assessment is that "Feynman's work contributed to a new understanding of
the very nature of scientific truth." This judgment puts me in mind
of another quirky genius, Miles Davis, who once boasted that he had personally
revolutionized jazz three or four times.
I wonder what Feynman would have to say about that
comparison?

Paul Di Filippo's column The Speculator
appears monthly in the Barnes & Noble Review. He is the
author of several acclaimed novels and story collections, including
Fractal Paisleys, Little Doors, Neutrino Drag, and Fuzzy Dice.
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