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480 pages, Hardcover
First published November 3, 2015
"Los Alamos had a long and colorful history. The landscape had been forged in volcanic fire and violence millions of years before. The Jemez Mountains rimmed a giant-eye-shaped caldera. This ancient lake slowly wore away part of the rim to form the Jemez River gorge. Pajarito Plateau, created by several large ash flows five million years ago, resembles an outstretched hand, each finger a mesa. Between the mesas are canyons two hundred to four hundred feet deep, with precipitous multicolored cliffs eroded from the volcanic tuff. The mesas rise gently to the west, where they abut the Sierra de los Valles. The western edge of Pajarito Plateau is over eight thousand feet above sea level, and the peaks of the Jemez Mountains rise another two thousand feet."
"Los Alamos was a gamble. As commanding general and the man with the most to lose--Groves pushed and bullied his Manhattan Project as hard as he could. He wanted the atomic bomb delivered in time for use in the war. Oppenheimer also understood that Los Alamos was a gamble, and he too wanted to win. His tactics were less brutal and more circumspect. Where Groves commanded, Oppenheimer inspired. But there were barriers that both men had to overcome; a series of fundamental scientific and technological unknowns."
"But the jewel in the crown, the most secret of all General Grove's operations, sat on a mountaintop in northern New Mexico, isolated amid spectacular scenery and known to comparatively few. And those outsiders who did know of the small community on Los Alamos Plateau were mostly the residents of nearby Indian pueblos or towns like Santa Fe and Albuquerque, who, like the residents of Oak Ridge and Hanford, assumed the quirky residents of the plateau were engaged in some esoteric war work. Which is why the Hill was unique and extraordinary place to live and work during World War II."
"Except, as Oppie was fond of saying, everyone lived in splendid isolation. He meant the land and the sky. It was this magical combination of mesas and mountain--deep, riveted canyons and multihued cliffs, and virtually unlimited sky--that had so enchanted Oppenheimer in his youth and drew him back again and again in the decades before the war. It was why he wanted his secret laboratory located here."
"For some there was hesitation and a sense of foreboding. Oppenheimer later said that he recalled the words of Bhagavad Gita:
I am become death,
The shatterer of worlds."