John Cramer has been writing the "Alternate View" articles for Analog magazine for decades. Mostly physics news. In the mid 1980's he asked science fiction editor David Hartwell why he didn't publish more hard SF stories? Hartwell replied that it was Cramer's fault, and people like him. "People like you, who enjoy hard SF, and know how to write, aren't sending me anything to publish." Cramer took this as a challenge and in 1987 turned in a manuscript for Twistor.
And yeah, it's a hard science fiction novel. Physicists David Harrison and his beautiful grad student Victoria develop a machine that allows them to jump into a parallel universe. Action and adventure follow, bad guys chase them around for a couple hundred pages, but eventually they think their way out of all their predicaments and presumably go on to win Nobel prizes. The central McGuffin, the "Holospin Projector", was based loosely upon superstring theory, that was all the hotness in the theoretical physics community in the 80's. (This is the same stuff that Dr. Sheldon Cooper studies in "The Big Bang Theory" So it's real, for certain values of real).
I wanted to like this story more. I do like John Cramer. I've learned more about physics from his articles than just about anywhere else, and from a layman's perspective it's always interesting stuff. But Twistor is his first novel, and it shows. The science was fun, and the adventure was fun. but his characters read like an episode of Leave it to Beaver. (A PG-13 episode, but still). Dr. Harison falls in lust with his beautiful, copper-haired grad student Vickie, and spends the first couple chapters telling himself that relationships with teachers and students never end well. Then he takes her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and she immediately drops her panties for him. And of course everything turns out fine. It's badly written teenage male fantasy. I'd say it fails the Bechdel Test, except that Vickie is instrumental in solving many of the technical issues in the story.
Vickie has a teenage brother named Flash, who is made entirely out of one-ply cardboard. He's a zit-faced hacker right out of central casting, who ends every sentence with the letter O. "Neat-o! This pizza is really great-o! I hacked the mainframe-o!" I think he was supposed to be annoying, and he certainly was. But not in an entertaining way.
These are rookie writer mistakes, and I've got no room to throw stones. Cramer writes better than I do. Maybe if he spent ten years and a million words practicing, like a normal fiction writer, he'd be pretty good. But he didn't, and hasn't. He has three works of fiction to his name. I suppose if I ever stumble across his other novels, "Einstein's Bridge" and "Fermi's Question", I'll read them too. Because how often can one say they've read an author's complete works?