This book was a disappointment in virtually every way possible.
I started the book thinking it was the Shape of Life, i.e., the science and physics of life, but it is instead the story of a mathematicians life. Not nearly as exciting but still intriguing. I was really hoping to see some mathematical insights. That is definitely why I stuck with the book. The personal story was very lacking (in style and story telling). Sadly, it fails to deliver intellectually and personally. We could leave it at that and call it a day, but I have so much more to say.
I had a bad taste in my mouth early in the book, as Yau presents his life in this capitalistic "work hard if you want to succeed" mindset. Coming from a poor family, there is a lot of room to discuss the intersection between skill, discipline, and privilege. He makes a passing statement of how much easier it is when you are wealthy, but that simply isn't a conversation he is interested in having. Instead, he presents himself as the model poor person. It didn't completely turn me off to the book, but it was indicative of a more fundamental aspect of Yau's personality that I can't help but detest.
On a personal level, Yau presents this faux humbleness that is about as believable as 1+1 = 3. He constantly says things like, "I don't think I was that special, but they did give me this ultra prestigious award and say that I am the best that ever was." It comes across egotistical and elitist. That is further reinforced by the way he describes his professional relationships.
There is a recurring theme of Yau getting into some disagreement or fight, and Yau acts like he has no clue why these people are being so crazy. Its notable for the subtle shifting of blame and often simultaneously demeaning tone of the person being discussed. Its one thing if this is a single event in his story, but it is over and over. Its concerning for two big reasons: 1) why is he always getting caught in drama if he is so fucking innocent, and 2) why the hell are these petty grievances even in his biography? Never before have I seen an academic or scientist be so pathetic in how they choose to frame their life and work.
In many ways, Yau reflects the worst parts of academia, and how people in power have this over inflated idea of themselves and see themselves as unable to do anything wrong. He mentions a beef with a post doc of his--a position where he has all the power--and every bit of that brief discussion sets the post doc up as stupid. He even uses his grad students as an example of how pathetic the post doc is, which is itself reflective of how he sees grad students (as an especially low metric by which to subtly demonstrate his post docs short comings). He only has petty things to say about this post doc and claims the post doc blames him for their issues. Everything about how Yau discusses this subject (including the fact that he discusses it at all) just puts off so many red flags for the worst kind of academic.
Despite all my misgivings about this book, it could have at least had something interesting to say in regards to his life or his work. In terms of personal life, his family comes across as ornaments on a tree. His dying brother gets a sentence or two to acknowledge his connection. His wife gets one when the start dating and another when they get married. Each kid gets about one sentence when they are born. Then they are all out of the picture as soon as they enter. Yau provides words to indicate personal connections, but it is the definition of showing not telling. What's more, the structure of this book makes it abundantly clear what matters to him.
He is not much better about communicating his science, even if it is a larger part of the story. Every topic could just be a list of manuscript titles and author lists. Every research problem is just another boys club of academic names he worked with, naturally fitting in some petty drama here or there (not even compelling drama). Then we move on to the next. It fails at both communicating the point of his work but also at weaving it into a coherent narrative. This isn't the first science memoir to be written. There is a common structure he could have followed. I don't understand why he didn't weave the math into a larger story that more effectively communicated the point of each of his works, and in parallel giving equal time to his personal life, identifying overarching themes between it and his research.
Overall, this book fails in every way possible. Personally, academically, structurally. This book just isn't good, and I certainly won't be reading more by Yau.