Status Updates From The MANIAC

The first chapter before going to Eugene Wigner's take, the way Benjamín Labatut writes about Paul Ehrenfest is destructively beautiful, feverish and almost dreamlike.I am mesmerized by the sheer poetic tone he ushers onto you about the profound alienation and loneliness that Paul faced and puts the word of his lover Neily in a way that you cannot stop reading it while being drawn to a certain call of a singularity..

“In summer the room got so hot, tar would splatter on the machine... And the memory was incredibly fragile. Someone wearing a woolen sweater could wipe it clean… And this mouse crawled inside it once. Chewed on some wires and was burned to a crisp. We rescued the machine but never managed to get rid of the stench. It always smelled of charred meat, singed hair, and burned whiskers.”