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I “read” four adult picture books (a.k.a. coffee table photography books) to juice my stats. Mostly took inspiration from some of their pictures and the “about this photo” sections at the end.
In more substantial news, I finally finished James Gleick’s Time Travel. I have no good excuse for why it took me so many disjoint sessions to read it. It’s a thoroughly engaging book and its ideas have been foundational on a pony fiction I may never write due to scope creep.
OK, what’s this book about?
It’s an exploration of the history of time travel in fiction. As it introduces in chapter 1, stories explicitly set in the future are a relatively recent innovation to human literature. For that matter, both the ideas that the past and—more so—the future are notably different places than the present are new to human civilization.
Blessedly, this is one of the few history of science (or, in this case science fiction) and big idea books that does not suddenly stumble in its final chapter. So many other good nonfiction books lose their momentum when the author makes an attempt to speculate about the future or connect the book’s themes to current events. They go from tightly-researched historical narratives to idle speculation. This book is one of the few which nails the landing. In the six or seven years since publication, Mr. Gleick’s hypothesis of the eternal now of social media remains as relevant as in 2016. The only thing that’s changed is that Twitter collapsed and rebranded. The internet combines past, present, and future into an indiscriminate mix.
Finally, while most history of science (fiction) books are organized chronologically, this one is organized thematically, mostly by exploring the different metaphors humanity has used to understand the passage of time. While it does start from the beginning in chapter 1, the chronological narrative resets with each chapter, appropriate for a book on time travel. Another notable book that organized itself by theme was a history of the discovery and sequencing of human DNA, which had a chapter for each chromosome.
Although it’s not officially published and won’t count toward my Goodreads, I may read a hardcover anthology of pony fiction next. Either that or save that book for some beach reading over the winter and read Farewell to the Horse next, a book about the mass layoffs and unemployment of working horses in the early 20th century.