A strange, strange book about a strange, strange man: Ettore Majorana, a gifted Italian theoretical physicist who worked in the 1930’s with Enrico Fermi, who considered him to be one of the best scientists of the ages. Majorana was super-brilliant, but badly disturbed. He reminds me of Kurt Gödel, one of the best mathematicians of the 20th century, who starved himself to death. Majorana could have won a Nobel Prize, but disappeared without a trace in 1938.
The book contains a crazy collection of topics: a biography of Majorana and sketches of his family, and for background: a primer on nuclear physics, a little history of Italy and Mussolini in the 30’s, a travelogue on Sicily and Italy, a baby burnt in its crib, and a description of the Sicilian justice system in the 30’s. This book must be the only one in the world that contains both Feynman diagrams (particle physics) and the iconic photograph of Mussolini’s corpse hanging upside down. Plus comments on Italian wines and a light dusting of the F-word.
Majorana started out badly. As a child, Ettore’s mother proudly had him compute cube roots in his head. Sir Richard Burton, the Victorian linguist/explorer, said that he “narrowly escaped being that most wretched of creatures, the child prodigy.” Sir Richard may have had the right idea about child prodigies.
Majorana joined Enrico Fermi’s team of scientists in Rome who were doing revolutionary work in nuclear physics in the 30’s, including some of the first studies of uranium fission. Majorana’s work during this time was considered outstanding and prescient. The consequences of his ideas are still being investigated.
Majorana had an unusual trait for a scientist – he never needed recognition for his work. He drove Fermi crazy because he didn’t publish many of his results. Majorana was even glad if someone reported a discovery that Majorana had made some time before, because it saved him the trouble of writing a paper about it.
Sadly, Majorana became ill, depressed and isolated. For four years he stayed inside his bedroom at home. This was partly because his uncle Dante had had been jailed, charged with causing a baby to be burnt in his cradle! Proving the uncle’s innocence had taken the family years and many bribes.
After a while Majorana got out of his bedroom and accepted a professorship at the University of Naples. He never went to work, however. He left a couple of cryptic messages, and then disappeared without a trace, but after withdrawing his savings from the bank.
Afterwards, attempts to explain his disappearance almost became a cottage industry. He may have drowned himself or fell off a boat between Palermo and Naples; he may have joined a monastery; he may have been abducted by the Mafia; etc., etc. There were reports of a tramp who could do cube roots in his head.
The author of this book about Majorana is a modern-day particle physicist who studied at the Ettore Majorana Center in Sicily. He became interested in Majorana, and decided to conduct his own investigation into Ettore’s disappearance, undaunted by how cold the trail was by then. The author tracked down as many surviving relatives and friends of Majorana as he could, and interviewed them, composing an enjoyable travelogue for us.
(I suspect that the author just wanted an excuse to sample various Italian wines.)