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Flesh and Stardust

Richard King August 03

In the June edition of Meanjin Richard King considers C.P. Snow’s lecture ‘The Two Cultures and the Scientific Revolution’ fifty years after its presentation. Are the sciences and humanities still at odds, or do the best critics manage to capture both a sense of wonder and poetry in their books? A brief extract is below, and you can read the full essay on our editions page.



When I was growing up in England, I didn’t have a chemistry set, but I did have a television set, and on that television set, once a week for what seemed like an age, a man called Johnny Ball would appear and tell me about all manner of science subjects, from geology to biology to physics and astronomy. A presenter of preternatural energy, Ball was a marvellous entertainer whose enthusiasm for his subject was obvious and whose ability to convey often complex ideas with the aid of eccentric and implausible gizmos remains, as far as I know, unsurpassed. He was, and indeed still is, regarded with enormous affection in the United Kingdom—an affection given extra depth for my generation of thirty-somethings by the fact that he had also presented Play School and thus seems, in a benign way, to have presided over whole childhoods. But the real reason for Ball’s popularity is that he managed to instil a love of science. A one-man Enlightenment, he kindled our interest.

And the flame continued to burn, for a while. It burned in the form of Mrs Maclaren, who took us for chemistry lessons at school. In fact, ‘burned’ is precisely the word. For Matches Maclaren could not go an hour without burning something, usually a little strip of magnesium, which, when held over a Bunsen flame, would flare up suddenly into a brilliant white nova. Or else she would take a small ball of sodium and place it in a water-filled dish, where it skipped and fizzed and whizzed around, slowly dissolving to nothing as it did so. I can’t recall the point of these experiments but I do remember loving them and being more than a little upset when Mrs Maclaren was pensioned off and replaced by a teacher whose name I forget but whose lugubrious demeanour and patchy beard made me feel strangely queasy.

Thus it was that I began, very slowly, to turn away from science subjects and towards the world of English literature. I have never regretted my choice of subject. Literature, and poetry in particular, has given my life a direction and meaning that I’m certain it would have lacked otherwise. But I do regret the comprehensiveness with which I turned my back on science, and sometimes this regret extends to a wish that my children will not make the same mistake, and may even take the road less travelled. The other day, our little boy was staring up at the lights in the kitchen with a faraway look in his eyes. Perhaps, I said, you’ll be an astronomer. Hearing this, and utterly frazzled from a day spent chasing this nascent Galileo from one scene of devastation to the next, my wife gave the only sensible response: ‘Perhaps he’ll be an electrician.’

In any case, in recent years I’ve tried to mend the holes in my knowledge, or at least slow the rate at which my ignorance is, like the universe, constantly expanding. Of course, I tend to come at the subject from a literary rather than a technical perspective and herein lies the problem as I see it. For notwithstanding excellent novels such as Ian McEwan’s Saturday, with its scalpel-like descriptions of brain surgery, literature that treats of scientific themes appears to be very thin on the ground. A theoretical physicist in Ian McEwan’s The Child in Time articulates my frustration perfectly:

Shakespeare would have grasped wave functions, Donne would have understood complementarity and relative time. They would have been excited. What richness! They would have plundered this new science for their imagery. And they would have educated their audiences too. But you ‘arts’ people, you’re not only ignorant of these magnificent things, you’re rather proud of knowing nothing.


 

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by phill
03 Aug 10 at 13:46

Being both a scientist and a (sort-of) writer, this essay really struck a chord with me. Re-reading it now I did have a few comments to add with respect to my experience growing up enamoured with both science and creative literature.

One genre which has seemed to start to take off recently and seems to marry creative and scientific trains of thought is that of speculative fiction. While the vast majority of the fiction produced in the genre is concerned with technological advancements and their effect on society—rather than the poetic explanation of the natural world that King might prefer seeing in print—it’s still science, and it’s holding hands with creative fiction. That said, I do think there is room for writers to engage more thoroughly with science, but I’m not holding my breath.

The reason why I am not is down to my experience during high school. When I went through high school, the divide between the two sides of creativity-whether art, literature, or photography—and science was very much in place. You were either going to focus your attentions on list one subjects (i.e. physics, chemistry, maths) or list two subjects (i.e. english, social studies, art, photography). Any ability to do both was shot down at the end of year ten when you chose the path you wanted to go down to get to university. For me, that was the list one side of things. This meant I dropped photography, which I loved, and took up physics, chemistry, two mathematics units, economics, and finally the token TEE English unit (which I really only need to obtain a pass mark in). This choice was made when I was aged 15.

I’m not decrying this method. I did well in my entrance exams and I was more fully prepared for my chosen university degree than others in the same course. And I do love science. But my experience does go some way to highlighting the degree to which the split is present in the minds of kids that went through that particular system. Now, I have no idea what the method of education of high school kids is currently—apart from the temporary switch to outcomes-based learning which systematically destroyed a few years' worth of kids' educations—but I’d bet that there is still that mode of thought in place that you cannot go through being a jack of all trades. At some point, young adults are made to choose between a creative life and a scientific one. Specialisation is the aim from day one.

Of course, that doesn’t stop them from peeking over the fence later on in life. Many scientists I know have creative hobbies: knitting, photography, and, of course, writing. But if writing is something they adopt at this later stage, the learning of it is akin to that of a new language—exponentially more difficult the later in life you start. Which is why there is such a rarity of scientists that can spin a good metaphor and engage their audience or readership in the same way a good writer might.

King says: “I can’t think of a better summary of the kind of writing I’m trying to describe. It is a kind of writing in which, I think, analogy must edge out metaphor, as the poet or writer tries to puncture the anaesthetic of familiarity without trying to turn the thing described into a signpost or counter for something else.”

This is absolutely the case for writing about science in a beautiful way. A lot of the time, an explanation is needed to give the reader some foundation of knowledge from which to build understanding. Analogy can provide that foundation and some of the best science writers around, such as Brian Greene or the late Richard Feynman, can turn an analogy like nothing else. But once that foundation has been built, to truly engage the audience, the writer needs to be able to instil that understanding with a sense of wonder. And at this point metaphor and simile and the poetry of languages need to be invoked. Otherwise that fundamental understanding will remain just that: an understanding; a static, uninspiring thing; a golem without the spark of life.

You might argue the case for the crop of ‘scientific communication’ degrees that are gaining in popularity. While I do think that a modicum of creativity is involved in communicating scientific principles to the layman, it’s more along the lines of marketing than anything else (which is not to say that marketing can’t be brilliant and creative, as evidenced by the many fantastic advertisement campaigns that could be considered artworks if they weren’t disfigured by the branding of corporate sponsorship). True embraces between scientific thinking and creative thinking are like those that King has shown in his essay—poetic, delicate, graceful, elegant solutions that approach the problem of taking an idea from one person’s head and transplanting it intact—or nearly so—in another’s from an equal and opposite direction from that of creative writing. Building wonder from fact is just as much an art as building wonder from fiction.

Anyway, I’ll finish my rambling there, but thank you very much for posting this up and getting me thinking about the topic again. Makes for a welcome distraction from my calculations. (:

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by jane gw
07 Aug 10 at 14:29

Thanks so much for commenting here Phill and opening with ‘Being both a scientist …’ – because I had no idea when I saw the title of Richard King’s essay in my print Meanjin that it was about science – so you sent me back to it. Think I overlooked his essay initially because – interestingly in the context of his discussion – I’d taken the ‘stardust’ of the title metaphorically, and had assumed the essay was about showgirls or something (flesh and stardust). If only I’d known to read the title literally I’d have read the essay immediately. Which is a very long way of saying that thanks to your fascinating comment here I have now devoured King’s essay. I’m more of a writer obsessed with maths and science (mostly physics) and I always long for more science in my literature. (I love Donne and Goethe was first and foremost a scientist. As for Keats and his metaphoric nightingale, turning away from science was almost the raison d'etre of Romantic poetry.) I remember being very excited by the prospect of Luke Davies' book of poetry ‘Absolute Event Horizon’ with its allusion to 20c physics – but then slightly disappointed because in the poetry analogy did not edge out metaphor. It was all metaphor and I wanted the science to be ‘doing’ more. And then ‘Copenhagen’, the brilliant play King mentions about Heisenberg and Bohr, was frustrating because it was all explication and for me not enough metaphor. Anyway, thanks for your thoughts Phill and Meanjin for King’s essay. By the way, there’s a newish degree at USyd combining science and literature/arts and I know several people taking drama and English as well as biology and chemistry … promising.

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