“With the end of the Cold War, the danger of nuclear annihilation seemed to pass, but in another ironic twist, the threat of nuclear war and nuclear terrorism is probably more imminent in the twenty-first century than ever before. In the post-9/11 era, it is worth recalling that at the dawn of the nuclear age, the father of the atomic bomb warned us that it was a weapon of indiscriminate terror that instantly made America more vulnerable to attack. When [J. Robert Oppenheimer] was asked in a closed Senate hearing in 1946 ‘whether three or four men couldn’t smuggle units of an [atomic] bomb into New York and blow up the whole city,’ he responded pointedly, ‘Of course it could be done…’ To the follow-up question of a startled senator, ‘What instrument would you use to detect an atomic bomb hidden somewhere in a city?’ Oppenheimer quipped, ‘A screwdriver [to open each and every crate or suitcase].’ The only defense against nuclear terrorism was the elimination of nuclear weapons…”
- Kai Bird & Martin J. Sherwin, American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer
The creation of the atomic bomb was the work of many hands and many minds. A very short list of major contributors would include Ernest Rutherford, who explained the atom’s nucleus; Niels Bohr, who modeled the atom; Ernest Lawrence, who invented a cyclotron to smash atoms; and Enrico Fermi, who developed the nuclear reactor.
Yet none of these men has been dubbed “the Father of the Atomic Bomb.”
That unofficial title belongs to J. Robert Oppenheimer, who never – as far as I know – made a great scientific discovery or proposed a grand theory. Instead, he was an understander, a synthesizer, a man whose own genius was to collate the work of many other geniuses and direct it towards a single purpose: the creation of a bomb that could destroy with “the light of a thousands suns”; that could blast a person’s shadow onto a wall; that could not only flatten a city but – like the Romans salting the earth at Carthage – render it uninhabitable.
Oppenheimer also realized – earlier than most, but already far too late – that the power he helped to unleash threatened all life on earth.
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Oppenheimer’s life is worthy of study, not just for his substantive impact as the scientific leader of the Manhattan Project, but because it is dramatic, filled with the kinds of twists and turns, the meteoric rise and stone-heavy fall, that led authors Kai Bird and Martin Sherwin to compare him to the unfortunate Titan who stole fire from Zeus and gave it to the mortals, earning him the punishment of a regenerating liver that was devoured by an eagle each day.
American Prometheus is a hefty biography of this enigmatic, brilliant, flawed man. In 591-pages of text, they take you from Oppenheimer’s cradle to his grave, from theoretical physicist to the head of the Manhattan Project’s secret weapons laboratory, and from prophet of impending doom to Cold War outcast, shunned due to early-life communist sympathies, and for speaking uncomfortable truths to powerful men.
Though I never entirely connected with this tome, there is no doubt about the effort put forth by its authors. There are eighty-three pages of notes, many of them annotated, and an extensive bibliography. Bird and Sherwin have also conducted personal interviews with key players. The fact that some of these interviews date to the seventies show that the authors have been at work on this project long before its 2005 publication.
In terms of raw materials, American Prometheus has all the makings of an intimate epic. Oppenheimer is an endlessly compelling character, a man who would have loved being alluded to in terms of Greek mythology. He was an exceptional polymath, his interests and intellect encompassing poetry, philosophy, history, and languages. He was bright and far-seeing, but also overbearing, brusque, impatient, condescending, and inflexible. While Bird and Sherwin clearly sympathize with their subject, they do not hide the messy details: the rampant adultery; the alcoholic wife; the political tone-deafness; and his relatively passive final surrender to his enemies.
With such a conflicted leading man, an impossibly important stage (the endgame of the Second World War), and the highest imaginable stakes (the fate of human existence, in a way), this should have been a slam-dunk winner of a biography.
For many, it was. For me, it was just fine.
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Early in my reading life, I was quick to dismiss books without a lot of critical reflection. Now, when a highly-lauded book elicits only a shoulder shrug, I struggle to understand why.
Here, I think part of the reason is a lack of context for Oppenheimer’s “triumph.” Despite all the information densely packed into these pages, I don’t feel like Bird and Sherwin did a great job explaining – in functional terms – what Oppenheimer actually did to help birth the first atomic bombs. American Prometheus is full of quotations from people telling me how great he was, but very few of them explained why.
If you were to look at my physics grades in both high school and college, you would know that I’m the last person asking for a physics textbook. However, the science is important to this story, and it’s just missing from the book. Aside from one or two mostly-unilluminating sentences breaking down quantum physics, this aspect is mostly ignored, while the achievements of the other scientists working with Oppenheimer barely mentioned, if at all.
With the understanding that random comparisons are not exactly helpful, I feel compelled to refer to Richard Rhodes’s masterful twofer of The Making of the Atomic Bomb and Dark Sun: The Making of the Hydrogen Bomb. Though not devoted solely to Oppenheimer, Rhodes gives the man a fully-realized arc that does a much better job of exploring his actual scientific contributions while also following the tumultuous course of his life.
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The “tragedy” portions of American Prometheus are marginally better, unaffected by the lack of scientific insight. Instead, we are in the thickets of McCarthyism, Cold War paranoia, and Red baiting with a smart and prickly man whose ego probably got the best of him.
Oppenheimer was at the vanguard of scientists who wanted to be open with the Soviet Union about nuclear arms, thereby hoping to forestall an arms race. Whether naïve or enlightened, this is probably an opinion he should have guarded a bit more closely, or worded a bit more carefully. After all, preaching “candor” while holding a top-secret security clearance as a consultant to the Atomic Energy Commission is ripe for misinterpretation by one’s enemies. Ultimately, Atomic Energy Commission Chairman Lewis Strauss orchestrated a kangaroo-court hearing to revoke Oppenheimer’s security clearance.
With his clearance gone, all that Oppenheimer had left was his wealth, his family, the ability to travel the world, and a beachside house in the Virgin Islands, showing once again that all tragedy is relative.
The larger calamity of a potential nuclear war, of course, looms much larger than Oppenheimer’s foreshortened career. Hard as he tried, he could not stitch the atom back together, once it had been divided.
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American Prometheus won the National Book Critics Circle Award upon its release. Soon enough, it will be turned into a Christopher Nolan biopic starring half the actors in Hollywood. Far be it for me to tell you to avoid this.
Nevertheless, I’m not going to recommend it. One of the ways I rank biographies is to ask myself this question: Have I learned what it would be like to stand in this person’s presence? In American Prometheus, the answer is no. The Oppenheimer presented here is a collection of descriptions, a figure moving along a timeline. The authors told me to feel, but never gave me a reason. Oppenheimer was the most human of historical movers, but for some reason, his humanity never leapt off the page in the way I expected or required.