A review by sophronisba
The Disordered Cosmos: A Journey Into Dark Matter, Spacetime, and Dreams Deferred by Chanda Prescod-Weinstein

hopeful informative inspiring reflective slow-paced

5.0

Truly one of the most unusual books I've ever read (perhaps partly because I don't read a lot of science) this book is a blend of physics and reflections on the difficulties of being a Black Jewish agender physicist. It's fascinating, and also brilliantly written. Prescod-Weinstein offers so much food for thought, and her* memoir will make you think about the history of your own profession, even if it's not science-based, and about what "human nature" really means. Here she writes about the perception of time and space:

Raising questions about the supposedly intuitive, universal Euclidean geometry also leads me to wonder about the scientific presumption that time flows forward, uniformly and independent of observers. . . . every person has their own internal clock, and our cultural contexts around the counting of time vary. The prevailing Western wisdom is that we individually and collectively typically experience time as a one-dimensional phenomenon that always moves forward. Yet the Maya had a concept of cyclical time, and this shouldn't be so counterintuitive for someone like me. I experience menstrual cycles that are roughly the length of a lunar month. As anyone who experiences menstrual cycles will know, they are rarely identical either; as we get older, they change. When my cycle starts, it usually feels like time has rebooted, right back to the beginning all over again. . . . Which sense of time is the correct one? The one that marches forward and never repeats, which seems to be organized around the universal guarantee of decay, or the one that centers and recognizes repetition?

Some might argue that there is human time the social phenomenon and then there is absolute time, the physical phenomenon measured by clocks. The essential point I hope you will take away here is that maybe intuition about space and time isn't universal and that it has cultural and experiential context.

The intersection of science and identity isn't something I've had a lot of reason to contemplate, and perhaps for that reason I found this memoir endlessly original and rich with insight. I also found Prescod-Weinstein's convictions deeply admirable -- would I have turned down a prestigious fellowship to avoid crossing a picket line? I'm not so sure. "The question of what it means to do science is to ask about science's relationship to power," she writes. "Is power the point of science? Power over what? Power over whom? Thanks to the kia'i, Maunakea's protectors, I now understand that I must demand of myself an empirical practice, a science, that is not organized around power. Instead, I work daily to understand myself as a quark assembly of supernova remnants on a journey to know and honor all our galactic relations."


* Although Prescod-Weinstein identifies as agender, she says in the book that she "doesn't care" about pronouns and the non-binary wiki lists her pronouns as "she/her," so I'm using those.