Here was an opportunity to save the world. A simple thing. In exchange for her cat. “No!” she said. “Certainly not!”
This was inarguably the weirdest book I have ever read. By far. And I am sure that there will never be a book to top it, either.
At the core, it was a story about a woman who did everything in her power and more to get her kidnapped cat back.
But it also was so much more.
It critiqued corrupt and lazy politicians, showing the aftermath of their inactivity and bad decision making towards industry vs. nature. It showed that we all have our part to play, may we be the president of the USA or a random farmer.
It commented on the Cold War that was still going on at the time.
It was a feminist piece that showed that women can do it all, despite all the misogyny she is confronted with: She can be smart, a scientist and an astronaut, the world’s leading astronaut at that. At the same time she can still be emotional, have periods, love cats and sexy clothes and be beautiful and struggle to find the true love she craves. Amanda had it all and yet she was so relatable at the same time, she was perfect because she wasn’t.
It showed that sometimes the people we want are not the ones that are right for us; that the right person is going to change for the better to deserve us, and that they would even follow you to a different universe to save you.
It told the story of so many people healing their (childhood) wounds. From the genius boy who just wanted a mother to the dutiful sheriff who wanted to protect his people at all costs to his best friend grieving for his lost family.
It told the story of duty and endurance; of creativity; of hope and love; of believing in the impossible; of believing in oneself.
It was lovely but also so so strange.
The writing was unlike any other I have read before as well. Every single page was filled with basic or incredibly complex physical theories, with sarcasm and humor. You could not possibly skip a single sentence without missing out on so much, maybe even a vital piece of information.
Also, I usually hate anthropomorphism (looking at you, Lessons in Chemistry) but Schrodinger‘s development was just so well and comically done. I would have loved to see his little drawings.
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He thought that occasionally Amanda was quite capable of believing that women were vastly superior to men, and at such times she pointed out to him that the masculine tendency toward rational, linear, logical thinking processes might look good, but was wrong.
He pointed to the sky and he said to me, “What do you see?” and I said, “Clouds”. And he asked me three times did I see anything besides clouds, and I said no, and he looked at me and he said, “You will never be crazy, so don’t worry about it.” Then he sighed and he said, “On the other hand, you will miss much”.
There was certainly no confusion between the drawings of those dreadful slippers and the impulse that inspired the Sistine Chapel.
She didn’t want them to think for a minute that he wasn’t patriotic, so she had tied a red-white-and-blue ribbon around his neck and hung a small USA emblem from it.
But an injection. A tranquilizer. Something to make her forget. A lobotomy. Cruel, but necessary. A surgical solution. She was a woman, he told himself, and she’d be better off that way anyhow.
It was only one of the crazier aspects of history that here were a woman and chimp chasing to the moon, after a cat, sponsored by the entire military establishment of the United States and utilizing all of technology, but protected finally by young boy and a magic ring.