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Overview

It is ten minutes past six by the invisible clock on the wall. Minute by minute new objects gain form. In the dim light of morning the young patent clerk sprawls in his chair, head down on his desk. For the past several months, he has dreamed many dreams about time. His dreams have taken hold of his research. But the dreaming is finished. Out of many possible natures of time, imagined in as many nights, one seems compelling. Not that the others are impossible. The others might exist in other worlds. The patent clerk is Albert Einstein. In his dreams he imagines new worlds, in which time can be circular, or flow backwards, or slow down at higher altitudes, or take the form of a nightingale. Einstein's Dreams is an enchantment and a literary adventure, one which Salman Rushdie has compared to Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities: "And I really can't think of higher praise. It is at once intellectually provocative and touching and comic and so very beautifully written. Quite frankly I haven't been so excited by a novel, let alone a first novel, for a very long time."
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
This beguiling first novel--a 16-week PW bestseller--envisions a series of fables about the nature of time that Einstein might have dreamt while putting the final touches on his theory of relativity. (Feb.)
Library Journal
In his first novel, Lightman focuses on three months during Albert Einstein's most remarkable year. In 1905, while working as an examiner at the Swiss Patent Office in Bern, Einstein published three important papers in Annals of Physics . Here Lightman re-creates the dreams that allegedly culminated in the famous essay on the relativity of time. Since most of the action is interior, this book is more lyric than narrative. One vision of a world without time is filled with vivid, haiku-like images. In another, time stands still, recalling the scene on the Grecian urn from Keats's ode. As a teacher of both physics and writing at M.I.T., Lightman offers provocative and elegantly wrought speculations on the nature of time. Recommended for most libraries.-- Albert Wilhelm, Tennessee Technological Univ., Cookeville
Library Journal
In his first novel, Lightman focuses on three months during Albert Einstein's most remarkable year. In 1905, while working as an examiner at the Swiss Patent Office in Bern, Einstein published three important papers in Annals of Physics. Here Lightman re-creates the dreams that allegedly culminated in the famous essay on the relativity of time. Since most of the action is interior, this book is more lyric than narrative. One vision of a world without time is filled with vivid, haiku-like images. In another, time stands still, recalling the scene on the Grecian urn from Keats's ode. As a teacher of both physics and writing at M.I.T., Lightman offers provocative and elegantly wrought speculations on the nature of time.
Donna Seaman
Until publication of this flawless, meditative, and brilliant novel, Lightman was known as a physics professor who wrote about cosmology with great eloquence. No subject is more mind stretching, poetic, and visionary than the cosmos, and contemplation of it has inspired Lightman to create a cycle of stories about time. These brief, gentle, and haunting tales are presented as the dreams of a young patent office clerk in Berne, Switzerland, in 1905. This exhausted, disheveled, and metaphysical dreamer is, of course, Albert Einstein, whose work on a theory of time is influenced by his dreams, each of which suggests a different universe with a unique type of time. In one world, everything is repeated; in another, time has three dimensions. Time is sticky; it runs backward; it is erratic. What if time were a sense? What if everyone lived only for a day, or knew the future? What if there were no future? Lightman describes each possible world and its consequences in short, precise statements that echo the orderliness of Swiss cities, the crystalline perfection of the Alpine landscape, and the clear atmosphere of the country of watches and banks. Yet each dream pulses with emotion, tenderness, and melancholy. People are afraid of time, of growing old, of change, of memories, and of the future. As we puzzle out each world, we slowly realize that, yes, everything is relative. This is a work of hypnotic perception, fluent intelligence, and consummate skill.
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“A magical, metaphysical realm...Captivating, enchanting, delightful.” —The New York Times

“Endlessly fascinating. A beguiling inquiry into the not-at-all theoretical, utterly time-tangled, tragic and sublime nature of human life.” —The Boston Globe

“Lightman is an artist who paints with the notion of time.” —Los Angeles Times

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780679416463
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/28/1993
  • Pages: 192
  • Product dimensions: 4.73 (w) x 7.18 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Alan Lightman was born in Memphis, Tennessee, and educated at Princeton and the California Institute of Technology. His books include the novels Good Benito, The Diagnosis, and Reunion; a collection of essays and fables, Dance for Two; and several books on science. His latest, a collection of essays, A Sense of the Mysterious, will be published by Pantheon books in January 2005. He lives in Massachusetts.

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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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  • Posted June 30, 2009

    One of my all time favorite books

    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.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2012

    Amazing

    This book really makes me think about time and what it really is. Its eye opening and really makes you think.:)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2010

    Fascinating And Eye Opening Views About Time

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2010

    Einstein's Dreams captures the essence of time in a series of dreams.

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2006

    a mind-stretching sensory paradise

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2006

    Excellent

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2013

    WHOA

    This" Collage " of Einstein's dreams throws me into a parallel world of deeper consideration, where time is definately of the essence
    Enjoy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Mesmorizing

    There's something about this book of dreams that I find relaxing and hypnotic. Almost philosphical/existential in a way. Try it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2013

    Great premise, poor execution

    My sister recommended me this book, and after hearing the premise I looked forward to reading it. However, its execution left me unsatisfied. Although each of Lightman's hypothetical worlds of time promises to yield a fascinating thought experiment, he rarely thinks through the implications of the parameters he proposes. Instead he fills each chapter with a sentimental series of images from the society Einstein lived in, as if showing off the historical research he did for the book. Vaguely thought-provoking romanticism this may be. Good science fiction it ain't.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2012

    Absolutely amazing... Ironic how the book relates to time and I

    Absolutely amazing... Ironic how the book relates to time and I was so engrossed that I missed my stop on the train. Time really stood still for this literary genius..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2012

    Makes you think

    It's a good book to read along with another book. It just gives you a lot to think about with how life would be if time worked this way or that way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2012

    Kelsey

    Im bored already lol hate school. *leans in back in the desk*

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2012

    Alex

    Me

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2011

    Science meets Dal¿

    Beautiful piece of work.

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  • Posted June 14, 2011

    Makes+you+think%2C+

    Every+chapter+puts+you+in+a+new+hypothetical+situation+in+which+time+and+consequences+for+actions+behave+in+different+ways.+One+chapter+places+all+if+one%27s+life+in+a+day%2C+and+another+makes+time+go+backwards.+Many+chapters%2C+like+these%2C+leave+the+reader+wondering%3A+how+would+I+lead+my+life+under+these+conditions%3F+If+it%27s+characters+you+want%2C+however%2C+you+will+not+find+it+in+this+thought-provoking+novel.+The+intrigue+and+descriptions+of+time+changes%2C+and++Einstein%27s+interpretation+of+things%2C++however%2C+more+than+makes+up+for+this+lack+of+protagonists.+

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  • Posted March 7, 2010

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    Extraordinary.

    I read this one for english class, and I was surprised to find that it really interested me. Every chapter is a new beginning, each one describing the world with a different concept of time. In one, for instance, time moves slower towards the center of Earth and eventually stops. In another, cause and effect are erratic, making every choice of action one without consequence. How strange would life be if time was reversed, controllable, or completely nonexistent? All of these questions are answered in these fascinating pieces of fiction that make up Einstein's Dreams.

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  • Posted November 6, 2008

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    Excellent easy read with a great thought provoking premise.

    Fascinating study on how different people experience the passage of time!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2007

    Lightman's dreams not necessarily Einstein's

    Imaginative but also kind of annoying/silly to me. Just cashing in on the famous Einstein name.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2005

    Awakens definition

    This book is number two on my favorites list (The confessions of Max Tivoli is number one). It has that special ability of melting my heart into a slop of wet puddy on the floor. The bulk of it, I would assume, is mostly poetry, but it rubs off of elements of physics and theories. Nonetheless, it's something like cream cheese, something you have to savor. I'd say the best way to read this is to read one entry every day, no more. Any more and you might forget something.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2002

    Mastered novel on creativity and perception of time.

    I started reading this book this morning a few minutes before leaving to work. Now, every minute I can sneak to read, I indulge myself in the insight of creativity. I'm not an avid reader, but I suffer every minute I'm not reading more of this book. This book is a necessity in anyone's library.

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