I deserve an award, and owe an apology. The apology is just to myself really, because no one gives a shit if I get to my reading goal at the end of this year. I guess the apology is also to Nick Lane and this beast of a book. For some reason, some stupid fucking reason, I chose to start this book during finals week and then during three weeks ECC/start of clinical rotations/12+ hour day nonsense. Why did I choose to start a non-fiction book about metabolism and biochemistry, equipt with organic reaction diagrams, during this period of time in my life??????? That was a stupid fucking choice on my part. But, that's also why I deserve an award. I finished this PJ book, even the two appendices (which were rich in those organic reaction diagrams, might I add) and all the little stinky footnotes.
I will stop my self pity and move on from how long it took me to finish this book. Instead let's talk about how good it was!
Lane writes with writer awareness in such a beautiful way. No silly pedantic scientific passive tense. He outlines every chapter in the intro but not in an annoying 3rd grade reading level type of way. It actually made me excited for what was to come. And he writes likes he just having a passionate fun biochemistry conversation at brewery happy hour, like "the experiment for which Warburg won the Nobel Prize in 1931 was just so beautiful I have to tell you about it" (35). What a wonderful strategy for keeping a reader engaged about the Krebs Cycle for a couple hundred pages. I feel like this book would engage/interest anyone who got up to the level of honor's chemistry in high school. But would be best served for those who actually enjoying organic chemistry at the college level (and biochemistry +/-). I HATED chem lab but I lived for organic chemistry lecture. Electron flow, synthesis reactions, all of that shit what my bitch. The first half of this book made me pull out my Ochem textbook for fun and subsequently got me second guessing my career choice and entire life path lmao. But then life got busy and the book became a chore which really sucks because the book itself had nothing to do with it, it was the period in my life that fucked my emotions about reading it (flashback to Once and Future King).
My favorite part of this read was when Lane starts talking about hydrothermal vents and he literally mentioned a professor I had in undergrad lmao. I took an interdisciplinary hydrothermal vents class back when I thought I would minor in Oceanography and had to go up to that professor after class because I got like a 70 on the midterm because even though there were no pre-reqs, I was sorely unprepared for the free-response nonsense they asked on their tests. Either way, it made me cherish the fact that I legitimately already have a degree and I got something out of it!!!! I love chemistry and I don't use it directly on a daily basis anymore. This book reminded me of that love and applied it to such cool revelations. The idea that Alzheimer's is directly linked to diabetes, hyperglycemia, and insulin resistance???? The idea that mitochondrial genes could be related to aging???? Or that mitochondrial membrane potentials and electrical fields might create consciousness, sense of self, and emotion????? Excuse me???????
Here's some quotes:
"This is experiment as work of art, creative imagination allied to virtuosic technique, giving a beautiful insight into the workings of nature. This is why some scientists are put on pedestals, even though, like great artists, they often have all the vices of their virtues." (36) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. IS IT ART OR IS IT SCIENCE OR IS IT BOTH NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.
"Thinking about life only in terms of information is distorting. Seeking new laws of physics to explain the origin of information is to ask the wrong question, which can't be answered precisely because it is not meaningful. A far better question goes back to the formative years of biology: what processes animate cells and set them apart from inanimate matter? The idea that there is a vital force, that life is fundamentally different from inanimate matter, was disproved long ago and is now only wheeled out as a straw man to burn - even though it's an understandable illusion for anyone who shared van Leeuwenhoek's captivation with busy animalcules. Yet biochemistry - my own discipline, which deals with the flow of energy and materials through cells - has, with a few notable exceptions, been blithely indifferent to how this unceasing flux might have arisen, or how its elemental imprint could still dictate the lives and deaths of cells today, along with the organisms they compose. You and me" (5). That was a doozy. But wasn't it worth it??????
"'The dream of every cell is to become two cells' said Francois Jacob, the most lyrical revolutionary of molecular biology. No cell lives the dream so wholly or so senselessly as a cancer cell, turing dream to nightmare. Nothing else captures the myopic immediacy of natural selection so starkly. The moment is all that matters for selection: there is no foresight, no balance, no slowing at the prospect of doom. Just the best ploy for the moment, for me, right now, not for the many, and often mistaken. Cancer cells die in piles, necrotic flesh worse than the trenches. The decimated survivors mutate, evolve, adapt, exploit their shifting environment, selfish to the bitter end.Their horror is that they know no bounds. They will eat away at our flesh to fuel their pointless lives and deaths, until, if we are unlucky, they take us too. I am writing about cancer, but must confess that I have the pointless greed and destruction of humanity at the back of my mind. May we find it within ourselves to be better than cancer cells" (191). Like how do I even follow that up with a comment. Who the fuck can write like that in a book about biochemistry. Holy fucking shit. The imagery, the artful flow of his syntax. The emotion that rushes out of this description. MY GOD.
"The third Delphic maxim is a little more ambiguous. It is usually translated as 'surety brings ruin.' I imagine this to mean that we should never crave certainty, for nothing is certain, least of all science. Science is not a collection of dusty facts, but a way of exploring the unknown, of making out the contours of a long mysterious coast. I have tried to write this book in that spirit, connecting the first stirrings of life on a geologically restless planet with the glorious pinnacles of evolution, and ultimately our own demise. I can't be right about all of it. But even if the details of the coastline that are emerging through the mist are distorted, this is a thrilling new continent, which transforms the relationship between metabolism and genes: what it is to be alive. We are not islands, but a part of this continent, connected with the main, with all life on our planet from the very beginning. I hope that you'll see yourself a little differently now. And with that in mind, let's end our journey with an unfurling view of the final frontier" (273) WHO DOES THIS METAPHORICAL BEAUTY IN THE SCIENCE COMMUNITY WHO WHO WHO I GUESS NICK LANE DOES DING DING.
"Plainly that powers work, but it also gives scope to the full dynamic range of mitochondrial membrane potential. To the full range of electrical fields. To the full music of the orchestra. Until now, biology has tended to study the materials that make up the instruments. The time has come to close our eyes and listen to the music. I want to suggest to you that this music is the stuff of feeling, of emotion. Electrical fields are the unifying force that binds the disparate flowing molecules of a cell together to make a self with moods and feelings. Alzheimer's disease is the fading of the music as the fields fragment" (280). Another insane description and insane idea about aging, alzheimer's, consciousness, and emotion.
Ok now I'm fucking tired of typing out passages from the book and I'm sure you're tired of reading them if you've even gotten this far, time for some fucking fiction maties xx