Einstein's Dreams

Einstein's Dreams

by Alan Lightman


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A modern classic, Einstein’s Dreams is a fictional collage of stories dreamed by Albert Einstein in 1905, about time, relativity and physics. As the defiant but sensitive young genius is creating his theory of relativity, a new conception of time, he imagines many possible worlds. In one, time is circular, so that people are fated to repeat triumphs and failures over and over. In another, there is a place where time stands still, visited by lovers and parents clinging to their children. In another, time is a nightingale, sometimes trapped by a bell jar.

Now translated into thirty languages, Einstein’s Dreams has inspired playwrights, dancers, musicians, and painters all over the world. In poetic vignettes, it explores the connections between science and art, the process of creativity, and ultimately the fragility of human existence.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781400077809
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/09/2004
Series: Vintage Contemporaries Series
Pages: 144
Sales rank: 39,096
Product dimensions: 5.14(w) x 7.97(h) x 0.36(d)

About the Author

ALAN LIGHTMAN is the author of six novels, including Einstein’s Dreams, which was an international bestseller, and The Diagnosis, which was a finalist for the National Book Award. He is also the author of three collections of essays and several books on science. His work has appeared in The Atlantic, Granta, Harper’s, The New Yorker, The New York Review of Books, and Nature, among other publications. Since beginning his career as a theoretical physicist, Lightman has taught at Harvard and at MIT, where he was the first person to receive a dual faculty appointment in science and in the humanities. He lives in the Boston area.

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14 April 1905

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.

For the most part, people do not know they will live their lives over. Traders do not know that they will make the same bargain again and again. Politicians do not know that they will shout from the same lectern an infinite number of times in the cycles of time. Parents treasure the first laugh from their child as if they will not hear it again. Lovers making love the first time undress shyly, show surprise at the supple thigh, the fragile nipple. How would they know that each secret glimpse, each touch, will be repeated again and again and again, exactly as before?

On Marktgasse, it is the same. How could the shopkeepers know that each handmade sweater, each embroidered handkerchief, each chocolate candy, each intricate compass and watch will return to their stalls? At dusk, the shopkeepers go home to their families or drink beer in the taverns, calling happily to friends down the vaulted alleys, caressing each moment as an emerald on temporary consignment. How could they know that nothing is temporary, that all will happen again? No more than an ant crawling round the rim of a crystal chandelier knows that it will return to where it began.

In the hospital on Gerberngasse, a woman says goodbye to her husband. He lies in bed and stares at her emptily. In the last two months, his cancer has spread from his throat to his liver, his pancreas, his brain. His two young children sit on one chair in the corner of the room, frightened to look at their father, his sunken cheeks, the withered skin of an old man. The wife comes to the bed and kisses her husband softly on the forehead, whispers goodbye, and quickly leaves with the children. She is certain that this was the last kiss. How could she know that time will begin again, that she will be born again, will study at the gymnasium again, will show her paintings at the gallery in Zürich, will again meet her husband in the small library in Fribourg, will again go sailing with him in Thun Lake on a warm day in July, will give birth again, that her husband will again work for eight years at the pharmaceutical and come home one evening with a lump in his throat, will again throw up and get weak and end up in this hospital, this room, this bed, this moment. How could she know?

In the world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, will be repeated precisely. So too every moment that two friends stop becoming friends, every time that a family is broken because of money, every vicious remark in an argument between spouses, every opportunity denied because of a superior's jealousy, every promise not kept.

And just as all things will be repeated in the future, all things now happening happened a million times before. Some few people in every town, in their dreams, are vaguely aware that all has occurred in the past. These are the people with unhappy lives, and they sense that their misjudgments and wrong deeds and bad luck have all taken place in the previous loop of time. In the dead of night these cursed citizens wrestle with their bedsheets, unable to rest, stricken with the knowledge that they cannot change a single action, a single gesture. Their mistakes will be repeated precisely in this life as in the life before. And it is these double unfortunates who give the only sign that time is a circle. For in each town, late at night, the vacant streets and balconies fill up with their moans.

16 April 1905

In this world, time is like a flow of water, occasionally displaced by a bit of debris, a passing breeze. Now and then, some cosmic disturbance will cause a rivulet of time to turn away from the mainstream, to make connection backstream. When this happens, birds, soil, people caught in the branching tributary find themselves suddenly carried to the past.

Persons who have been transported back in time are easy to identify. They wear dark, indistinct clothing and walk on their toes, trying not to make a single sound, trying not to bend a single blade of grass. For they fear that any change they make in the past could have drastic consequences for the future.

Just now, for example, such a person is crouching in the shadows of the arcade, at no. 19 Kramgasse. An odd place for a traveler from the future, but there she is. Pedestrians pass, stare, and walk on. She huddles in a corner, then quickly creeps across the street and cowers in another darkened spot, at no. 22. She is terrified that she will kick up dust, just as a Peter Klausen is making his way to the apothecary on Spitalgasse this afternoon of 16 April 1905. Klausen is something of a dandy and hates to have his clothes sullied. If dust messes his clothes, he will stop and painstakingly brush them off, regardless of waiting appointments. If Klausen is sufficiently delayed, he may not buy the ointment for his wife, who has been complaining of leg aches for weeks. In that case, Klausen's wife, in a bad humor, may decide not to make the trip to Lake Geneva. And if she does not go to Lake Geneva on 23 June 1905, she will not meet a Catherine d'Épinay walking on the jetty of the east shore and will not introduce Mlle. d'Épinay to her son Richard. In turn, Richard and Catherine will not marry on 17 December 1908, will not give birth to Friedrich on 8 July 1912. Friedrich Klausen will not be father to Hans Klausen on 22 August 1938, and without Hans Klausen the European Union of 1979 will never occur.

The woman from the future, thrust without warning into this time and this place and now attempting to be invisible in her darkened spot at no. 22 Kramgasse, knows the Klausen story and a thousand other stories waiting to unfold, dependent on the births of children, the movement of people in the streets, the songs of birds at certain moments, the precise position of chairs, the wind. She crouches in the shadows and does not return the stares of people. She crouches and waits for the stream of time to carry her back to her own time.

When a traveler from the future must talk, he does not talk but whimpers. He whispers tortured sounds. He is agonized. For if he makes the slightest alteration in anything, he may destroy the future. At the same time, he is forced to witness events without being part of them, without changing them. He envies the people who live in their own time, who can act at will, oblivious of the future, ignorant of the effects of their actions. But he cannot act. He is an inert gas, a ghost, a sheet without soul. He has lost his personhood. He is an exile of time.

Such wretched people from the future can be found in every village and every town, hiding under the eaves of buildings, in basements, under bridges, in deserted fields. They are not questioned about coming events, about future marriages, births, finances, inventions, profits to be made. Instead, they are left alone and pitied.

19 April 1905

It is a cold morning in November and the first snow has fallen. A man in a long leather coat stands on his fourth-floor balcony on Kramgasse overlooking the Zähringer Fountain and the white street below. To the east, he can see the fragile steeple of St. Vincent's Cathedral, to the west, the curved roof of the Zytgloggeturm. But the man is not looking east or west. He is staring down at a tiny red hat left in the snow below, and he is thinking. Should he go to the woman's house in Fribourg? His hands grip the metal balustrade, let go, grip again. Should he visit her? Should he visit her?

He decides not to see her again. She is manipulative and judgmental, and she could make his life miserable. Perhaps she would not be interested in him anyway. So he decides not to see her again. Instead, he keeps to the company of men. He works hard at the pharmaceutical, where he hardly notices the female assistant manager. He goes to the brasserie on Kochergasse in the evenings with his friends and drinks beer, he learns to make fondue. Then, in three years, he meets another woman in a clothing shop in Neuchâtel. She is nice. She makes love to him very very slowly, over a period of months. After a year, she comes to live with him in Berne. They live quietly, take walks together along the Aare, are companions to each other, grow old and contented.

In the second world, the man in the long leather coat decides that he must see the Fribourg woman again. He hardly knows her, she could be manipulative, and her movements hint at volatility, but that way her face softens when she smiles, that laugh, that clever use of words. Yes, he must see her again. He goes to her house in Fribourg, sits on the couch with her, within moments feels his heart pounding, grows weak at the sight of the white of her arms. They make love, loudly and with passion. She persuades him to move to Fribourg. He leaves his job in Berne and begins work at the Fribourg Post Bureau. He burns with his love for her. Every day he comes home at noon. They eat, they make love, they argue, she complains that she needs more money, he pleads with her, she throws pots at him, they make love again, he returns to the Post Bureau. She threatens to leave him, but she does not leave him. He lives for her, and he is happy with his anguish.

In the third world, he also decides that he must see her again. He hardly knows her, she could be manipulative, and her movements hint at volatility, but that smile, that laugh, that clever use of words. Yes, he must see her again. He goes to her house in Fribourg, meets her at the door, has tea with her at her kitchen table. They talk of her work at the library, his job at the pharmaceutical. After an hour, she says that she must leave to help a friend, she says goodbye to him, they shake hands. He travels the thirty kilometers back to Berne, feels empty during the train ride home, goes to his fourth-floor apartment on Kramgasse, stands on the balcony and stares down at the tiny red hat left in the snow.

These three chains of events all indeed happen, simultaneously. For in this world, time has three dimensions, like space. Just as an object may move in three perpendicular directions, corresponding to horizontal, vertical, and longitudinal, so an object may participate in three perpendicular futures. Each future moves in a different direction of time. Each future is real. At every point of decision, whether to visit a woman in Fribourg or to buy a new coat, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people but with different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.

Some make light of decisions, arguing that all possible decisions will occur. In such a world, how could one be responsible for his actions? Others hold that each decision must be considered and committed to, that without commitment there is chaos. Such people are content to live in contradictory worlds, so long as they know the reason for each.

24 April 1905

In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time. The first is as rigid and metallic as a massive pendulum of iron that swings back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The second squirms and wriggles like a bluefish in a bay. The first is unyielding, predetermined. The second makes up its mind as it goes along.

Many are convinced that mechanical time does not exist. When they pass the giant clock on the Kramgasse they do not see it; nor do they hear its chimes while sending packages on Postgasse or strolling between flowers in the Rosengarten. They wear watches on their wrists, but only as ornaments or as courtesies to those who would give timepieces as gifts. They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires. Such people eat when they are hungry, go to their jobs at the millinery or the chemist's whenever they wake from their sleep, make love all hours of the day. Such people laugh at the thought of mechanical time. They know that time moves in fits and starts. They know that time struggles forward with a weight on its back when they are rushing an injured child to the hospital or bearing the gaze of a neighbor wronged. And they know too that time darts across the field of vision when they are eating well with friends or receiving praise or lying in the arms of a secret lover.

Then there are those who think their bodies don't exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o'clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock. They make love between eight and ten at night. They work forty hours a week, read the Sunday paper on Sunday, play chess on Tuesday nights. When their stomach growls, they look at their watch to see if it is time to eat. When they begin to lose themselves in a concert, they look at the clock above the stage to see when it will be time to go home. They know that the body is not a thing of wild magic, but a collection of chemicals, tissues, and nerve impulses. Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain. Sexual arousal is no more than a flow of chemicals to certain nerve endings. Sadness no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum. In short, the body is a machine, subject to the same laws of electricity and mechanics as an electron or clock. As such, the body must be addressed in the language of physics. And if the body speaks, it is the speaking only of so many levers and forces. The body is a thing to be ordered, not obeyed.

Taking the night air along the river Aare, one sees evidence for two worlds in one. A boatman gauges his position in the dark by counting seconds drifted in the water's current. "One, three meters. Two, six meters. Three, nine meters." His voice cuts through the black in clean and certain syllables. Beneath a lamppost on the Nydegg Bridge, two brothers who have not seen each other for a year stand and drink and laugh. The bell of St. Vincent's Cathedral sings ten times. In seconds, lights in the apartments lining Schifflaube wink out, in a perfect mechanized response, like the deductions of Euclid's geometry. Lying on the riverbank, two lovers look up lazily, awakened from a timeless sleep by the distant church bells, surprised to find that night has come.

Where the two times meet, desperation. Where the two times go their separate ways, contentment. For, miraculously, a barrister, a nurse, a baker can make a world in either time, but not in both times. Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really makes me think about time and what it really is. Its eye opening and really makes you think.:)
Haze76 More than 1 year ago
I've read this book four times now over the past few years. There's nothing to compare it to--it's a fascinating treatment of time, dimension, illusion, and much more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely beautiful and incredibly poetic. The words seem to drift off the page, and leave you wondering. I was nearly moved to tears on several occasions. Absolutely stunning.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Einstein's Dreams was a very interesting book to read. Lightman wrote the book in a way that was very easy to understand but it also kept you thinking a lot about the way we view the world. The layout is unique because each chapter is its own individual story. There isn't a flowing plot but all the chapters are about the same subject: different ways to view time. I find this type of format easier to read than a normal layout and it allows the reader to be surprised about what the next chapter will be about. Each individual chapter peered into different ways to view time. Some of the chapters talked about time being a circle, flowing like water, the dimensions of time, cause and effect, and even the fact that in the end, everyone is alone. It was so intriguing to read about time in so many different ways. The book really made you realize how much the average person depends on time to live their lives. This book made me think of the question, "Can we ever live life without keeping some sort of time?" Sure we don't have to look at the clocks, keep a schedule, or even know what day it is. But things like night and day will always be a factor in keeping time. Reading Einstein's Dreams made me realize that no matter what way you think time is, people are always going to be paying attention to it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alan Lightman's Einstein's Dreams captures the essence of time in a series of dreams. Lightman challenges the average person's way of life. He questions our understanding using illusions from the past and present that were captivated in dreams that Einstein had when he was an adolescent. The stories were short and sweet. They revolved around the absence and presence of time, each with a new twist that only Albert Einstein could have dreamed of. They were concise and easy to read and had me sitting on the edge of my chair, not knowing what will come next. Every story became more interesting and more in depth than the last and each continued to fascinate me. One story stood out. In this story, Einstein imagined a world in which people lived just one day, only saw one sunrise, one sunset. Everything we experienced in our lives was smashed together and experienced within twenty four hours. It made me think, what if our lives were as short as a day? What if our lives were meaningless compared to the length of time of our universe? I started to question similarly to what Einstein questioned about our everyday lifestyles. This book brought new ideas and insights to my life and every page was a blast to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A beautiful novel and one I continue to fall in love with whenever I read it. It¿s the inspired story of young Albert Einstein working in 1905 as a patent clerk in Switzerland. Einstein¿s Dreams is an imaginary recreation of the muse within Einstein¿s genius. He dreams of time: circular, flowing backwards, slowing down - all compelling, brilliant, fresh possibilities of what time may consist of, here and perhaps in other worlds. These dreams have taken hold of Einstein¿s own research and fostered his theory of relativity. Through Lightman¿s poetic writing, we too begin to see how romantic and creative the nature of time really is. Alan Lightman is a professor of humanities, creative writing and physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). His writings about science (as opposed to his scientific writings) have appeared in every prestigious magazine throughout North America. Einstein¿s Dreams was an international bestseller when it was first published and since then has been translated into more than thirty languages as well as into theatrical and musical productions across the United States. Extraordinarily clever, although more a philosophical, meditative, playful journey than a plot-driven novel, Einstein¿s Dreams is not easily forgotten. Thirty dreams on variations of time are received by the reader as a mind-stretching sensory paradise.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutely amazing! It was beautifully written. I loved how the book showed all of the different perspectives of time, the way Einstein dreamed them up. It was totally awesome. You don't have to be into Einstein or physics to really enjoy this wonderful book. I would highly recommend it to everyone out there. It is well worth the time to read. I promise.
ragwaine on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Bad writing but the guy is a genius, experimental, no plot or characters.
ccavaleri on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really thought this was a silly book. Maybe I'm just to dumb.
lmichet on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Invisible Cities plus SCIENCE. Therefore, very good. Excellent for those who know Einstein or those who enjoy a spectacular bit of writing. For all the little time we spend outside of Einstein's head in typical novel form, it's an incredible characterization of him. Also, it takes barely a few hours to read. So: an excellent way to spend your time.
Katya0133 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of those books whose ideas stay with you long after you finish it, bubbling up from your subconscious at random times. A fabulous read.
bokai on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After reading and enjoying Calvino's Invisible Cities, Einstein's Dreams was very disappointing. The format of the two books are almost identical. There is an overarching theme explored in a series of mini chapters, all tied together by interludes where a sort of plot progresses. With Einstein's Dreams the theme is time, and the mini-chapters imagine worlds in which time behaves differently from what we are used to. In one chapter people randomly end up in the past; in another time is frozen in particular parts of the world; in a third different cities have their own rates of time. From these myriad premises Lightman imagines how the world would work and how people would behave when dealing with these different types of time.His impressions were very hit or miss for me. A few I found to be insightful and poetic, but for a good majority of the time I was hung up on logical holes or what I felt was a tedious prose style. Lightman has apparently abolished the conjunction, and he has a great love of lists, so much so that one chapter is nothing but a giant list meant to illustrate time as disconnected and nothing but a series of snapshot like moments. Unlike Calvino's Cities, which became more interesting the more I thought of them, I found that the more time I spent thinking of Lightman's different worlds of time the less they made sense. Ultimately I think that there are great ideas in Einstein's Dreams, but neither they, nor Lightman's style, were enough to fill 140 pages of this book.
sirfurboy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After going to the trouble of importing a copy of this book from America (as it seems to be hard to obtain outside of the US), I was rather disappointed - and perhaps a little clearer as to why its not readily available in the UK!This book contains a series of dreams of imaginary worlds with a very different conception of time. Each chapter then is a thought experiment - but what I would have liked to see is some theme or character or reason why I should be carried through the thought experiments. There was no binding theme, and thus the book could better have been reduced to a list: Imagine a world where time is like X, Imagine a world where time is like Y and so on.Maybe a poem on time would have been better than a whole book here. It was not totally uninteresting, but neither did I feel it greatly profound. reading about Einstein in depth makes you more aware of the profound nature of time. reading popular physics books like "The Elegant Universe" likewise.
ValSmith on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was originally published in 1993, and I read in 1997, and it's great! In 140 pages (I think the hardcover was 176 pages), he manages to look at time in some twenty different ways. This book will bend your brain every possible way you can think of. I read it in two hours and was entranced.
Steve55 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is not a theoretical book packed with equations, in fact it¿s a fascinating novel that imagines the dreams that Einstein may have had during 1905 whilst he worked to develop his general theory of relativity.It is a short book, written in 30 or so brief chapters, each of which views time through perspectives of different worlds and how these affect the lives of people within these worlds. There are worlds where time exists only in the present, with no future or past, worlds where time stands still, or is perceived differently by each individual. Worlds where time is never ending and lives go on for ever.Though woven together loosely around a period in Einstein¿s life, the chapters each stretch our perception of what time is and our reaction to it, and in doing so our understanding of change, and the paradoxes that emerge. For example when our lives are infinitely long, there is time to do everything, to live every life we can imagine. For some this means there is no incentive to do anything, there will always be tomorrow. For others it is the invitation to fill every moment with new experience.This is an easily read book, but one that will provoke your thinking and may leave a lasting impression. It teaches about time, but also about how our thinking can become locked in one mode and become blind to the many ways to see and understand a situation.I suspect that it is a book that I will return to, both to resample the ideas that it presents, and the lesson it carries of how complex ideas can be very effectively conveyed through thought provoking stories.If you want to stretch your thinking and explore what might grow in the new space created, I highly recommend this book.
twomoredays on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Einstein's Dreams is a beautiful novella that is best savored like a piece of decadent, rich chocolate: slowly and deliberately.The book is a collection of short vignette's, dreams Einstein might have had as he was composing his theory of time. Having only a very rudimentary understanding of theoretical physics, I still was delighted to see echoes of Einstein's ideas in the different dream worlds that are described.The book is an interesting meditation on the role of creativity and fantasy in any creation. It delighted me to think of Einstein, being a scientist and thus associated with regimented, rational thought, dreaming up these fantastically different worlds.Lightman, also a physicist by training, has a beautiful way with language, and reminded me in some ways of Milan Kundera. My only complaint with the book is its brevity. I would have been happy to have the experience extend another hundred pages, but perhaps it is like any other rich treat and best served in proportion.
bililoquy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A slim set of meditations on time. Lightman takes for raw material humanity's various relationships with time, and builds from them quiet and fantastical cities. This is more properly called existential fiction than scifi--each of Lightman's worlds derives from a distilled perception--that time moves more slowly for given individuals, that time's passing is linked to locality, that each moment is the end of the world--rather than any theorem. Human truths are explicated gracefully and unpretentiously, in spare and lovely prose. A beautiful and thought-provoking hour's read.
SquirrelTao on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is an unusually lyrical work for a work of science fiction, and that makes it stand out. It's a collection of vignettes that describe in a poetical, dreamlike way what Einstein might have imagined if he had imagined how people would live if time had been different than we experience it. I've never read anything else quite like it.
hemlokgang on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What a gem of a book!! I am stealing the description of one of the reviewers because it is so apropos....playful. Alan Lightman, an MIT physicist, plays with the reader's conceptions of time. Time moves backwards, time starts and stops, time is a sense. All of this stemming from Einstein's development of his theory of relativity. It is not a long book, but beware....you will want to take time to savor it!
nycbookgirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What first surprised me is how small the book is. It's about the size of my hand. And I loved it!It's a bit hard to describe this type of book. Is it fiction or philosophy or both?Here we go. The book starts out with young Einstein hunched over his patent office desk early one morning in Bern, Switzerland. It's 1905 and he's been working on his theory of relativity. And while he's working away in the wee hours, he falls asleep. And what proceeds are a series of short stories, all taking place in the town of Bern, that each describe a "what if" scenario about time. Some are thought provoking and some are just plain funny. For instance, I love the one where time slows down the higher you go in the atmosphere so people build their houses and live as high as possible. Even on the highest mountaintop, they still put their houses on stilts so they can have as much time as possible. Or the one where time is slower when you are in motion so people race around to have more time (hmmm...sounds like New York City).It's pretty fascinating, when you think about it, that our perception of time influences how we live. For instance, would your life change if the world were to end tomorrow? Would your life change if time was circular and you already knew all the outcomes of all your choices?So while it's a small short book, spend the time to savor each chapter.
RyanGlenn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I believe this piece of work to be nothing more than mediocre. With all of the short vignettes, one easily gets the point that Einstein had these unbelievable thoughts and ideas. But it didn¿t go much farther beyond that. It just stuck with the same type of pattern throughout the entire book.His vignettes were clearly established through love and the average person¿s life towards the beginning. Although after a while, Lightman¿s realities seemed almost repetitive because all he talked about was how lovers embrace, how the children act and how adults go about their daily routine in a very general standpoint. And the lack of storyline with Einstein himself proved to induce a lack of understanding about Einstein himself as he was coming up with these new realities. And so it encompassed nothing more than the idea that Einstein only had this theory of light and relativity on his mind constantly.Einstein certainly established certain routes that lead to some mankind changing epiphanies throughout his lifetime. This book does not really connect to those pathways chronologically and therefore has no climax or build up. Throughout the reading it seemed to plateau after the first couple of vignettes. If you want to read this book for more of an understanding of Einstein himself, this is certainly not the book to read.
Robtr on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Time is a concept that most people find difficult to think about, but Lightman finds a way to digest this topic in a very interesting way. All Einstein said was that time is relative, but this book goes on to say what time looks like from specific perceptions. Although the science is hidden, this book is the perfect blend of philosophy and prose. I stand by this book as a light read for anyone who wants a stronger grasp on the subjective nature of time. I¿ll give it 4 out of five stars just because I respect lightman¿s opinion so much after reading the book that I would have liked to hear it in a more objective discussion, rather than the poetic version the book provides.
DavidCharles on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading Einstein¿s Dreams because the chapters were short and they changed subjects quickly. The fast pace of the book allowed me to become engaged at every chapter and leave off at a chapter without worrying about forgetting what happened in previous chapters. His writing is simple, as long as you were taught basic scientific theories.One of the chapters I found to be very interesting, yet highly unbelievable, was the chapter where time moves faster as you move away from a certain central location on Earth. This cannot be logically possible because with the internet you can communicate and play videogames with people in different locations across the world and they all move at the same rate. I also find it unbelievable that there can be a location where time stops almost completely.The concept of time can be connected to the movie ¿Fight Club¿ because the main character goes through his life constantly losing nights and for him that time goes by as if he only blinked. He spends many nights without even remembering what went on, which causes him to view life as if those nights, those moments, never happened. Another chapter that could be added to this book could account for the times when people pass out or fall asleep in the fact that they are unconscious of time passing and that they constantly skip moments in time.
Sean191 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I see a lot of people really enjoyed this book of (very) short stories all dealing with time. I really didn't like it. It read like something you would expect to hear in a college dorm filled with funny-smelling smoke. Eventually, the themes essentially repeated - in some worlds time is slower depending on where you live/in some worlds time is slower depending how high above the planet you are (um...essentially the same?) Maybe if the stories were longer it would have been good. If Lightman could have taken the stories somewhere. But when it's literally three to five pages per story, these "deep thoughts" on time aren't very impressive to me. Frankly, a number of stories don't have to do with time, but that's what he shoe-horned them into. The only good part about this book taking a look at time was the fact that it didn't take a long time to read through it.
maidenveil on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Clearly, I have to be bored to finish reading this book. I was in a philosophical-mood when I saw the book and got curious. It was a nice read but yes, boredom is one of the factors to help finish this.