Lately I've found myself skimming, barely finishing, or indeed, not finishing most of the popular science books I read, especially those predominantly devoted to breaking the universe down in a predictable pattern, starting with Newton or sometimes Galileo or sometimes Democritus and building - or should I say, deconstructing - the universe up - down - into its most constituent parts. Even with those books released in the last year or two, I just keep swipe-swipe-swiping, internally shouting, "YES YES WE KNOW. GET TO THE GOOD STUFF, YOU KNOW, THE WEIRD STUFF. C'MON MAN, I NEED A HIT OF THOSE QUANTUM CHROMODYNAMICS."
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Just me?
Anyway, yes, I often find myself doing that.
I did not do this this time.
It completely baffles me that this is Harry Cliff's (file under names that are also common nouns, which is in the same document organizer as the list of names that are declarative phrases a la Harry Styles and Jeremy Irons) first book. His writing is so fluid, so familiar, so...
So goddamn funny.
Yes, reader, this was one of those books where I would try to read a passage aloud to my partner because it was one of the funniest goddamned things I'd ever read, and to my dismay he would not even crack a smile, and I would say, "Well first let me tell you about sphalerons. So, you know about wave-particle duality?" and he would invariably say no, and I would exclaim my indignity at his lack of understanding or even knowledge of the double slit experiment, and I would demand to know just how on earth I could tell him about one of the funniest goddamn things I'd ever read if he didn't even know how electrons worked.
And he, invariably, would not care.
But I, reader, I cared. Because it was one of the funniest god damned things I'd ever read.
I sure hope Harry Cliff writes more books, because his utterly unique retelling of that oft-told tale of how we all got here, for the first time in a long time, made me care again. Made me want to learn again. Made me want to reexamine the things I maybe hadn't really understood the first time around so that I could better understand whatever it might be that comes next - or maybe just so that I could better tell my partner utterly hilarious sphaleron anecdotes. Mr. Cliff, sir, you do Carl Sagan proud.
And, spoilers:
It ends with an actual apple pie recipe. And a recipe for the universe.