Interesting cosmologically, but pretty bad politically (in my view).
I first encountered the work of Laura Mersini-Houghton in Mary-Jane Rubenstein’s book on the multiverse, and I found it really interesting. That aspect of Mersini-Houghton’s work is covered in this book and it’s interesting, though I think her confidence in her interpretation of various astronomical observations and phenomena seem somewhat overstated. Her work basically asserts that speculations around the multiverse can be experimentally tested, and she concludes quite strongly that there is evidence that demonstrates our universe is one among many and in the very early stages of the universe there are imprints that other universes have left on ours that are consistent with certain predictions made by Mersini-Houghton’s theoretical models that draw heavily on quantum physics:
“Likewise, our theory of our universe being part of the quantum multiverse provides a consistent and coherent story of both our existence and what lies beyond, and it offers a series of predictions that are supported by all our observations. Our theory demonstrated that the answer to our origins can be derived, and using quantum entanglement, it proposed how to scientifically test the existence of the multiverse. And these reasons are sufficient to make me believe in the existence of a vaster, more complex, and more beautiful cosmos of which our universe is just a small part.”
“Instead, we could demonstrate that our universe is not at all special! I argued earlier in the book that cosmic inflation was an incomplete story of our universe because it could not explain its own origin. Our theory offers a completion of the standard model of cosmology by extending the cosmic story to the time before the Big Bang and to realms beyond our universe. It gives a coherent story that can be tracked step by step in the evolution of our universe, from its beginning as a quantum wave packet settled on some vacua on the landscape through its Big Bang inflationary explosion and growth into a large classical universe bearing the scars of its origin from the quantum multiverse on its skies. As the multiverse moved into the realm of scientific study, researchers became increasingly aware that a single-universe scenario was deeply problematic. Hints of the multiverse had been there all along, but they went unnoticed because of prejudice and focus on the theory of everything.
Today, this state of affairs seems to be changing. While I was writing this book, many scientists who once worked toward a theory of a single universe switched camps and are now working on models of the multiverse in an understanding of our origins as being simply a single chapter in a larger cosmic story. What was for years, indeed millennia, considered a radical idea is now mainstream.”
I always feel silly reading popular science books written by practicing physicists because there is such a gap between the sort of sensationalist stuff they write for the public and the mundane ordinary work they do each day as a physicist. I think the question of the multiverse is perhaps, to a nominalist, simply a question of definition. If there was something before the big bang 13.7 billion years ago and other universes that were generated from that explosion, they would simply come to be included within the larger set of phenomena we define as the universe, which is everything that exists by definition. And the age of the universe would be revised, as its character. Perhaps this involves a re-understanding of space and time. Maybe it makes no sense to ask what was before the big bang according to our current conception of time that is inseparably a part of space, and it is better to speak of a different type of temporality. I don't know what I'm talking about but I'm sure there is a whole language that exists to discuss these sorts of things that I am only marginally interested in.
This book was also part memoir and as Mersini-Houghton was someone whose family lived in communist Albania, there were quite a few mentions of Enver Hoxha, who I’m not a big fan of and I find people who still identify as Hoxhaists a little weird, but the rhetoric in this book was very clearly anti-communist.
One moment, Mersini-Houghton will be describing Albania as the: “North Korea of Europe: poor, paranoid, and cut off from contact with the rest of the world. Peering beyond our barbed-wire borders was forbidden by an all-powerful government that crushed dissent with internal exile, hard labor, and the death penalty”
The next she will be describing how she had access to really great books as a child growing up:
“When I was growing up, my mother worked at the Albanian League of Writers and Artists, an organization for artists, writers, and composers. Her workplace had its own special library where I could access books in English, which the state had classified as prohibited Western literature, forbidden to ordinary Albanians.”
Almost everything Mersini-Houghton says about communism is negative in this book, and the fact that she had access to the sort of scientific education that could allow her to secure a Fulbright scholarship is completely missing. Instead we get the common individualist merit-based liberal mythology about how she was actually just a genius that was being held back by an education system corrupted by communism, and she was able to flourish only under the great merit-based system of the US (where top universities are famously full of poor racialized people, and not just a bunch of white people from rich families who’ve attended Ivy League institutions for generations).
I’ll just finish with some of those excerpts because I still found them quite interesting to read because I think they fit well into the liberal narrative of communist history:
“Several years prior, as Albania had begun to shake off the chains of Communism, the U.S. embassy and the American Cultural Center reopened their doors, which had been closed for almost fifty years. ”
“History was our national version of Communist myths and fairy tales, and even the law school was just a name because there were no defense lawyers. For me, those fields held no temptation. Yet many of the students who were assigned to the natural sciences saw it as a punishment. The math and physics building was mockingly known as “the Winter Palace.” I loved math, however, because its pure logic and precision removed all ambiguity and arbitrariness, a rare quality in Albanian life. I loved physics just as much because it combined math with creativity and intuition and, through ideas, applied math in a real setting. I ended up majoring in advanced physics in what was known as the five-year program; in the second year, I decided to sign up for the math program too.
Having a math degree in addition to a physics degree would have made absolutely no practical difference if, as seemed likely at that point, I spent my working life in Albania. But nevertheless, my parents supported me in my decision. I think my mom was happy that I was going to be fully occupied studying for two degrees and would have no time…”
“When I was a teenager in Albania, there were two mandatory subjects for all university students, including those studying the sciences: first, the history of Marxism, and second, physical education (better known as PE). I abhorred them both, albeit for very different reasons.
I deserved to fail in both subjects. But if I had, I wouldn’t have received my degree in a subject I did care about: physics. Memorizing the names, dates, and places of Marxist history, especially given that much of what we were told were lies, was torture for me. I’ve never been good at memorizing. And I have a character flaw—I can happily work around the clock, with the kind of intense concentration like nothing else around me exists, on subjects that I like, but I am a terrible procrastinator on subjects that I don’t. So I left the Marxist-history exam preparation for the last day. When I finally forced myself to study, I used a trick I occasionally relied on: I stayed up studying all night before the test. I planned to be the first student to appear in front of the committee the next morning. I would take the exam while everything was still fresh in my mind, then go home, sleep, and forget everything I’d learned. My dad stayed up with me, quizzing me.
But it didn’t work. During my exam, as I stood before the committee, they told me they had a very easy question: In what year did Stalin die? I had absolutely no idea.”