Winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize
The early years of the nineteenth century saw an intriguing yet little-known scientific advance catapult a shy young Quaker to the dizzy heights of fame. The Invention of Clouds tells the extraordinary story of an amateur meteorologist, Luke Howard, and his groundbreaking work to define what had hitherto been random and unknowable structuresclouds.
In December 1802, Luke Howard delivered a lecture that was to be a defining point in natural history and meteorology. He named the clouds, classifying them in terms that remain familiar to this day: cirrus, stratus, cumulus, and nimbus. This new and precise nomenclature sparked worldwide interest and captured the imaginations of some of the century's greatest figures in the fields of art, literature, and science. Goethe, Constable, and Coleridge were among those who came to revere Howard's vision of an aerial landscape. Legitimized by the elevation of this new classification and nomenclature, meteorology fast became a respectable science.
Although his work is still the basis of modern meteorology, Luke Howard himself has long been overlooked. Part history of science, part cultural excavation, The Invention of Clouds is a detailed and informative examination of Howard's life and achievements and introduces a new audience to the language of the skies.
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Richard Hamblyn was born in 1965 and is a graduate of the universities of Essex and Cambridge, where he wrote a doctoral dissertation on the early history of geology in Britain. He lives and works in London.
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The Theater of Science
Science, illuminating ray!
Fair mental beam, extend thy sway,
And shine from pole to pole!
From thy accumulated store,
O'er every mind thy riches pour,
Excite from low desires to soar,
And dignify the soul.
Sarah Hoare, 1831
It might seem difficult to imagine now, in this era of cool detachment, but in the opening years of the nineteenth century people cheered loudly at lectures. While filing through the doors into a lamplit hall, upon the arrival of the speaker and his mercurial props, or at signal moments of disclosure and display, audiences found opportunities to make themselves heard. It mattered little whether the speaker was a mechanic, a meteor zealot, or simply an amateur showman on a mission to explain. Anyone with confidence and good vocal projection could arrange to appear at one of the endless assemblies of paying spectators that were springing up fast throughout the expanding cities of Europe and North America.
The full range of the philosophical shows and diversions available to audiences at the turn of the nineteenth century was various and impressive, particularly in the towns and cities of Britain, and especially in London, where there was nothing isolated or unusual about a lecture such as Howard's on the clouds. As evening fell, the crowds assembled and the revelations began to unfold. And what a cast of revelations they were: every animal, vegetable, and mineral known to man, samples of all four elements, and challenges to all six senses, not to mention machines, inventions, and novelties of every kind, were regularly paraded before the eyes of an astonished and insatiable public. There were demonstrations of fireworks, hydraulics, magnetics, and mathematics. There were machines to show the revolutions of the planets, the eruptions of volcanoes, or the hidden operations of the human heart. There was even a machinedubbed the Eureka by its makerfor the production of Latin hexameters. Even a dead language could be brought to life by the magnificent actions of a machine.
By the end of the eighteenth century the grip of rational entertainment had firmly secured itself on the public mind, and had done so because it served the equal, if novel, demands of pleasure, instruction, and imagination. Science had been on the rise for a century or more, and had now ascended to its height, where it drifted through the cultural atmosphere of the age. London, already blessed with the finest scientific and medical instrument makers in the world, was now the center not only for empirical measurement but also for conjectural pleasure.
Such pleasure was relentlessly pursued. According to an article in the Observer on July 27, 1806, for example, the exceptional thunderstorm that had occurred the Thursday before "afforded ample opportunity at the Theatre of Science, 97 Pall Mall, to Mr Hardie's talents in defence of his new Theory of Lightning." It certainly did. The evening's entertainment had begun with what were by then familiar galvanic experiments ("among them the generation of various solid bodies from a mixture of different transparent gases") but had gone on to culminate in a spectacular display of "meteors, aurora borealis, real lightning and other phenomena," all demonstrated as alleged supports for Mr. Hardie's curious theorystubbornly maintained against the growing evidence to the contrarythat meteorological activity had nothing to do with electrical force.
More noteworthy than the hypothesis itself, perhaps, was the fact that well over a hundred people had paid to hear it; they were crammed into every inch of available space, with latecomers standing at the back. This was profitable entertainment at its best, delivering what the metropolitan audiences of late Georgian England wanted most of all to see and to hear: the revelations of a profligate nature.
Yet Hardie's "Theatre of Science" was only one of dozens of such popular and paying concerns. West End theaters like the Haymarket, the Lyceum, and the Duke of York's, as well as coffeehouses, taverns, and riverside pleasure gardens, were toured continually by philosophical showmen with their arrays of scientific and pseudoscientific displays. The efforts of itinerant lectures such as James Ferguson of Banffshire (1710-1776) or the great Adam Walker of Westmoreland (1731-1821) served to define the mainstream of public scientific understanding: uncritical, nonspecialist, and wide-ranging in its enthusiasm for the spiraling diversity of knowledge. Long queues formed outside Walker's astronomy lectures at the Haymarket Theatre, where he showcased his illuminated twenty-foot model of the giddily revolving planets. His lectures, every bit as vivid as his props, were enormously successful, and he was soon able to buy himself a house in Hanover Square from the proceeds. Walker was foremost in the train of self-made scientists who earned their living by subordinating new findings in chemistry, physics, and astronomy to the glorious reign of Spectacle, ushering onto the stage in rapid succession their hydraulic and hydrostatic machines, their Copernican models of the revolving solar system, their automatic chess players and other mechanical marvels, and their baroque optical chimeras, such as the cloud of eerie smoke that slowly cleared to reveal the ghastly guillotined head of Antoine Lavoisier, the celebrated but doomed eighteenth-century chemist and tax collector.
Lavoisier had been executed in 1794 by a Revolutionary Tribunal that was alleged to have declared, through the summing-up of the judge at his trial, that "the Republic has no need of scientists." Although it has taken the French two centuries to come to terms with this act of uncompromising barbarism ("It took them only an instant to cut off that head, but France may not produce another like it in a century," as Joseph Louis Lagrange was to comment in tears), in England the episode was quickly recruited as a cautionary tale to be told against the excesses of French revolutionary fervor. The gorily modeled head of the decapitated chemist, part of the "Phantasmagoria" show held at the Lyceum Theatre during the summer months of 1802, was flourished both as a piece of entertainment and as a tribute to the freedoms of British research. Luke Howard and his circle of philosophical friends, drawn from the young men and women of Dissenting London, were not alone in revering Lavoisier as a tragic intellectual hero, cut down in the prime of a brilliant career.
This theater of knowledge was an important part of the climate of the Enlightenment era, an age often characterized as the Age of Reason, and it furnished the background to Luke Howard's lecture. The leading players, among whose number he was soon to take his place, were always the scientific performers, and, as in any other branch of dramatic performance, the reputations of the major stars commanded large audiences and commensurately generous rewards. The greatest of these performers, celebrated by lecturer and pretender alike, was the young Cornishman Humphry Davy (1778-1829), who became a wealthy London celebrity during the opening years of the nineteenth century. He was renowned for his extravagant and explosive demonstrations, for his speaking energy, and for the mesmerizing eye contact with which he held his audiences spellbound during the entire chemical proceedings on stage. Davy was the dark-haired, romantic son of a Penzance carpenter, and his looks and language were those of a poet, albeit a poet of enormous worldly ambition. Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey maintained that Davy would have been a great poet had he not become a great chemist, while admiring women were heard to whisper that his eyes were made for something besides poring over crucibles.
Here, then, was a man of great charisma, of star quality, as we might say today, although had his own scientific research not been serious enough to overtake his growing reputation as a speaker, he would now be one of the many mostly forgotten performers of the learned London stage. But at the outset of his London career (which was to culminate in the presidency of the Royal Society), his fame was as a showman rather than an innovator. His work at the Pneumatic Institute in Bristol during the 1790s had already won him a reputation as the world's most incandescent public speaker; so it was inevitable that his career would take him to London, and when he gave his inaugural public lecture at the newly opened Royal Institution of Great Britain on January 21, 1802, porters were needed to keep the impatient crowds in check. Albermarle Street, it was reported in the press, was blocked with carriages for an hour. The new lecture hall itself, with its gallery, pit, and slanting stage, was designed to give the elegant building as theatrical a feel as possible. Separate entrances had been designed to prevent the social classes from mingling, for as in other recent attractions, such as balloon and parachute ascents, where "Sweeps, Gemmen, and Ladies all scamper'd together," the Royal Institution was a popular (and populist) attraction. From there, Humphry Davy, black-eyed, magnificent, and unstoppable, rose to become the presiding spirit of public science in Britain.
The handbills for his lectures promised electrical demonstrations, galvanic experiments, and semicontrolled explosions of gases, all of which attracted large, excited, and extremely vocal crowds who willingly paid their money to (in the language of the fairground) enter and be amazed. And it was with genuine amazement that Coleridge, after attending one of Davy's demonstrations, recorded how a sample of ether "burns bright indeed in the atmosphere, but o! how brightly whitely vividly beautiful in Oxygen gas," while the lecturer himself was just as dazzling: "every subject in Davy's mind has the principle of vitality. Living thoughts spring up like turf beneath his feet."
Soon entire audiences were to find themselves as captivated as Coleridge. According to one of Davy's earliest biographers, "the sensation created by his first course of Lectures at the Institution, and the enthusiastic admiration which they obtained, is at this period scarcely to be imagined. Men of the first rank and talentthe literary and the scientific, the practical and the theoretical, bluestockings, and women of fashion, the old and the young, all crowdedeagerly crowded the lecture room. His youth, his simplicity, his natural eloquence, his chemical knowledge, his happy illustrations and well-conducted experiments, excited universal attention and unbounded applause. Compliments, invitations, and presents, were showered upon him in abundance from all quarters; his society was courted by all, and all appeared proud of his acquaintance." Humphry Davy was the man of the moment, the Horatio Nelson of dry land, and Luke Howard was in the audience for a number of his demonstrations. Like others, he was moved to wonder at the unbounded energy of the man. It was as if the spirit of scientific inquiry itself had found expression in the person of the genius from Penzance.
Davy remained the most celebrated scientist in Britain for another two decades, until his death in Geneva at the age of 50 deprived the world of his talents. His end, much mourned among the learned circles of Europe, was almost certainly hastened by carbon monoxide poisoning, the result of a lifetime of hazardous experiments devised to determine the properties of gases. He would breathe them in until, as often as not, unconsciousness intervened. Waking, he would find himself slumped at his worktable, with burning lungs and an aching head. Humphry Davy's life of scientific self-sacrifice was rounded by a sadly fitting death.
But why should the theater of natural knowledge have gained such a hold on the popular imagination at the turn of the nineteenth century? Why should its audiences have lined up for so long and clamored so loudly for more, as they did at the Royal Institution? The answer lay both in the novelty of the subject and in the state of general science education at the time. The vast majority of the population, whether educated or not, had simply never witnessed such processes as these: magnesium, flaring intensely, burning with a kind of stellar light that few could have imagined existed on earth, or sodium, first isolated by Davy himself, fizzing profanely in a container of water with a diabolic mineral energy. Metals that burned upon contact with air, or drab-looking powders, harmless on their own, that when mingled in a jar combusted suddenly and violently to produce billows of noxious gas. Phosphorus, with its white flame and searing heat, "the devil's element" (and not just because it was the thirteenth to be isolated), was offered up not only as a spectacle but also, alarmingly, as a medical marvel for the treatment of tuberculosis and gout.
The discovery and application of such substances served the growing needs of industry and technology, and their public display was increasingly becoming an integral part of the process. New kinds of natural and material knowledge were taking their place within the wider cultural definition of the age. The secrecy of the alchemists was giving way to the high-profile publicity of the chemists and the physiciststhe natural philosophers, as they termed themselveswho promised to uncover the secret properties of the natural world. And they, unlike the earlier alchemists, were delivering on their promises with aplomb.
Their confidence was bolstered by newly emerging frameworks for scientific thought that emphasized nature's long-term capacity for slow and steady change. Alchemists had sought the secrets of sudden transformations that lay at the heart of the material world, but research in the growth areas of scientific inquiry, such as geology, with its various associated branches of volcanology, seismology, stratigraphy, and mineralogy, was beginning to make it clear that the gradual, unseen processes that had shaped the world and its objects remained ongoing into the present. Distant catastrophe was not the only model of geophysical formation. The earth was still changing as it always had, in only just perceptible increments. The terrifying new idea arose that entire stretches of landscape were continuing to rise and fall under the unseen pressures of the earth, while water, the most powerful of the elements because the most patient, was continuing to shape and reshape itself across the yielding portions of the earth. All that stands now, here in the present, will at some unknown point in the future be violently borne away. The universe will never cease its dance of change and mutability, and the processes by which it moves and convulses, whether gradual or sudden in their overall impact, were now to be considered as the true subjects of natural scientific inquiry.
It is not hard to see how the idea of natural changeability provided much of the conceptual background for the development of scientific meteorology. Clouds and weather, perhaps more than any other world phenomena, show clearly that there is no moment in nature when nothing can be said to be happening. As clouds race toward their own release from form, they are replenished by the mutable processes that created them. They drift, not into continuity, but into other, temporary states of being, all of which eventually decompose, to melt into the surrounding air. They rise and fall like vaporous civilizations, and the challenge to early meteorology was to reveal their hidden dynamics to our sight.
Yet meteorology is not an exact science. It is, rather, a search for narrative order among events governed not by laws alone but by the shapeless caprices of the atmosphere. Weather writes, erases, and rewrites itself upon the sky with the endless fluidity of language; and it is with language that we have sought throughout history to apprehend it. Since the sky has always been more read than measured, it has always been the province of words. Nothing has changed since Samuel Johnson complained in the middle of the eighteenth century that "when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather; they are in haste to tell each other, what they must already know, that it is hot or cold, bright or cloudy, windy or calm." The weather, as Johnson so pertinently suggested, generates language more efficiently than it generates knowledge, for while it is always available and always with us, it is equally always unclear. That is why we need to talk it through. And in lectures such as those given by the unparalleled Davy on his platform in the hall on Albermarle Street, or by the young Luke Howard, facing his audience in the chemical basement off Lombard Street, that was exactly what was happening. The world was being talked, and being shaped by that talk, into a new kind of natural order.
The age was one of the great ages of talk, an age that raised the art of conversation to the status of a public act. Language coursed through the events that were hosted at the London lecture halls, and at the dozens of similar venues across the rest of the country, impressing them with a lasting cultural and scientific imprint. The river of words was in flood with the chemical poetry of minerals and machines: galvanism, latent heat, elective affinities, the steady state. New words and new ideas circulated rapidly like a spoken currency among new and ready audiences.
Images from scientific discourse began to permeate the wider language in an unprecedented way. Who could resist peppering their talk with mesmerism, magnetism, lodestones, and longitude? Who, like the Bluestocking Elizabeth Montagu, could resist writing to a friend in 1761 to ask that she "make the same distinction between my heart, & those that are hard by nature, as our virtuosi do between petrified shells, & those which are lapides sui generis"? Or Jane Austen's too-rational Sir Edward Denham, of the unfinished Sanditon of 1817, who, in a characteristic tirade against novels ("those puerile Emanations"), complained that "in vain may we put them into a literary Alembic;we distil nothing which can add to Science," although Austen and her readers would have shunned the implication. Novels, after all, offer the finest calibrations with which to measure the fluctuations of socioeconomic pressure.
In a more sympathetic tone, meanwhile, Sarah Hoare's hymn to a sea conch was awash with harmoniously specialist terms:
Gracefully striate is thy shell,
Transverse and longitudinal,
And delicately fair
while Goethe based the structure of an entire novel on the metaphor of chemical attraction. His Eduard and Charlotte, the romantic catalysts of Elective Affinities (1809), bond helplessly to one another like a pair of affiliated molecules. They are not themselves so much as the agents of an irresistible natural force. Austen's Sir Edward Denham, no doubt, would have considered their escapades unutterably foolish.
This world of the natural sciences was an open mine of similes, quarried to supply the increasingly expressive requirements of the age. Elizabeth Montagu's heart, like Alexander Pope's grotto at Twickenham, was encrusted with a geology of sentiment. Little wonder that Coleridge attended Royal Institution lectures in order, as he put it, "to renew my stock of metaphors." He himself was to offer new words to the language, coining the term psychosomatic after watching his hero, Humphry Davy, cure a case of suspected paralysis by administering a course of placebos.
This was what the future must have looked like for the many who crowded the auditoriums of the burgeoning theater of science: not just a parade of man's ever increasing familiarity with the mutable territories of nature, but the unalloyed joy of their discovery and naming. Here was a cultural scene that delighted in both the unraveling of the processes of nature and the languages forged in the attempt. As new forms of understanding emerged, new forms of expression, both literal and metaphorical, appeared alongside them to support them in their work. The new ways of seeing became increasingly bound up with the new formulations of words.
This was the climate, with its as yet unchanged belief in the positive virtues of science and scientific thought, into which Luke Howard was due to release his classified names for the clouds. And his language, too, the language of the skies, would rise to enrich the wider cultural climate of the age. It would give weight to the weightless forms of the air, institute a transformation of outlook and expression, and alter forever the relationship between the world and the restless, overarching sky.
Excerpted from The Invention of Clouds by Richard Hamblyn. Copyright © 2001 by Richard Hamblyn. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Table of Contents
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|Prologue: The Useless Pursuit of Shadows||1|
|1||The Theatre of Science||4|
|2||A Brief History of Clouds||15|
|3||The Cloud Messenger||33|
|4||Scenes from Childhood||40|
|5||The Askesian Society||62|
|10||The Beaufort Scale||184|
An Interview with Richard Hamblyn
Barnes & Noble.com: In reading The Invention of Clouds I was particularly struck by the phenomenon of science as blockbuster entertainment in the early 1800s. It seems that people of all walks of life shared in these scientific spectacles. Would you compare these with today's major motion pictures showing off the latest technology?
Richard Hamblyn: Well, yes and no. There certainly was a sense that new ideas in science and technology were being offered up as entertainment to 18th- and 19th-century audiences, complete with props, explosions, and other theatrical effects; but behind this lay a real desire to communicate recent breakthroughs as important and stimulating things in themselves. Contemporary cinema, while certainly engaging in the spectacle of new scientific ideas, exploring themes such as genetics, theories of consciousness, or the Internet, often with great panache, is really out to entertain rather than inform. What is comparable to Howard's intellectual environment, though, is something like the Discovery Channel, where ideas really are brought to life for a mass audience. The high profile of popular science books, too, attests to the same kind of appetite for science that marked the turn of the 19th century. I think that much of the 20th century saw a turning away from science and technology in the popular imagination, particularly after the Second World War; but I think that we are seeing a return to a more balanced way of thinking about scientific ideas. We still have reservations about what are seen as the darker recesses of research, such as genetically modified foods, but even critics of science are seeking to become more informed about it. This must be a good thing.
B&N.com: One of Luke Howard's breakthroughs was to classify forms for the archetype of constant change -- namely clouds. Can you tell us a little about how concepts of an ever-changing nature were being formed during this time period?
RH: The idea that nature could be classified at all was of course an ancient one, but its emphasis strengthened from time to time during the modern era; the work of the Swedish botanist Carl von Linné (Linneaus) really laid the groundwork for modern classification, but his system seemed to reflect a static view of the world; one in which organisms took their place in a stately, unchanging universe. This was clearly problematic for many thinkers who came after him. One of them, Buffon, devised a different way of thinking about taxonomy, which embraced organisms' capacities to change, and his transitional work really influenced later scientific workers such as Darwin, Lamarck, and Howard (although it was Linneaus's binomial classification system that really caught on as a way of describing natural objects and which we still use today). And in the wider culture, changeability was also a byword. Romantic figures such as Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe, and Constable, all perceived nature to be an infinitely mobile thing. Goethe in particular saw the world to be in a state of constant flux, where there was never a moment of rest; Shelley's poem "Mutability," too, became a kind of Romantic catchphrase; while in "The Prelude," Wordsworth traced the huge changes that mark the life of a single consciousness; and so one of the reasons that Howard's work became so celebrated by his contemporaries was because it chimed so well with these wider preoccupations. The naming of clouds was a piece of Romantic science. It reflected the times in which it occurred, while also helping to define them.
B&N.com: I liked your story of how the modest Luke Howard couldn't believe at first that Goethe had taken such an interest in him, even writing poems based on his work. Would you comment on the relationship between science and the arts that existed then?
RH: The turn of the 19th century was a time of extraordinary intellectual activity; and one of these activities was the professionalization of intellectual life; we begin to see the rise of the specialist -- the man or woman who does only one thing confidently, and who, over time, learns to grow suspicious of neighboring disciplines. This was simply not the case in the middle of the previous century. A mid-18th-century intellectual would have regarded just about everything as fit for his or her attentions and would not have understood the idea that, say, geological interests were incompatible with archaeological, literary, botanical, painterly, or mathematical interests. This notion, though, began to gain ground, particularly with the rise of professional bodies and specialized learned societies at the time. Goethe was one of the last great European figures who regarded the entire sweep of natural and man-made phenomena as his chosen topic. He witnessed the rise of the specialist and he resisted it. For him, as for earlier figures, all the arts and all the sciences were part of the same range of imaginative, emotional, and intellectual responses to the world around him. Why seek to separate them out? Howard's essay and his own cloud poems sought to evoke and explain the drama of the skies. So why worry that one was "scientific" and the other "literary?" And why accord these arbitrary terms such divisive respect? Goethe has many supporters of this view now, and I am one of them, but we cannot escape the fact that two centuries of specialization has changed the intellectual landscape utterly. The mutual mistrust that we see now between science intellectuals and arts/humanities intellectuals is the worst thing that we have inherited from the enlightenment era, and one of the most interesting things that emerged from my research on Howard was encountering the seeds of this mistrust growing all around him. He lived through this period of transformation, and his career offers us a great example of a successful dialogue between the sciences and the arts.
B&N.com: Is there anything else you would like to add?
RH: One of the things that I liked most about Luke Howard was his natural diffidence and modesty. The idea that someone might shun celebrity is, nowadays, almost unthinkable; yet he found his elevation to a lionized scientific figure very difficult to deal with. I've tried to capture his personality in the pages of the book, but, of course, his shyness and deliberately low profile contributed to making that part of the job much harder. Yet I felt that his contribution to international science deserved to be much better known than it was, and I hope that others will come to share my real admiration for the man who named the clouds, and who gave us an entire language with which to contemplate and celebrate the sky.
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The Book Report: Late eighteenth century London was an amazingly fertile place, with many concurrent revolutions burgeoning, and knowledge as such becoming an object of trade, almost, it was seen as so very desirable and advantageous to possess a new piece of it. The idea of scientific study of the natural world was relatively new, but had already made very solid and quite impressive inroads into the public consciousness. No longer was a person pursuing research into the material world liable to excite unwelcome and potentially hazardous attention from religious authorities. The world was open at last to apparently limitless desire of humans to ask questions and seek answers.Into that atmosphere was born Luke Howard, a scion of a stolid, solid, money-making Quaker (more accurately called "Dissenters") family. He was cursed with unquenchable curiosity in a relgious sect that valued the practical over the notional, and obedience over personal happiness. (Depressingly familiar, eh what?) His childhood fascination with clouds was subsumed into the coerced "need" that his wealthy father felt for Luke to have a trade.Nonetheless, Luke pursued his passion for observing clouds, in time falling in with the other members of his age and class and religion who were among the vanguard of scientific researches (eg, William Allen, Richard Phillips, WH Pepys) at that moment, largely due to their cultural isolation from more mainstream pursuits by faith and the laws of the day. His friend and business partner William Allen had founded something called The Askesian Society, where Howard presented a lecture in December 1802 that set the world on its ear: He proposed and defended a naming system for the clouds that, with minor extensions, we use to this good day.Not bad for a 30-year-old ne'er-do-well (per his father) who was pathologically shy and unwilling to be "famous."My Review: It's a beautiful looking little book, in a landscape trim, illustrated with paintings, etchings, and drawings of the clouds; it's a nicely written explanation of the science of nephology (the study of clouds) and its relationship to meteorology (the study of weather overall); and it's just plain interesting to read about how outsiders and the marginalized have always, it seems, been the pointers to huge advances in the arts and sciences.Very much recommended.
The remarkable story of a sensation which wowed the scientific community when it was put forth, but which now is more than merely commonplace
This is a wonderful book about the man who named the clouds. I don't usually read science books, but this one caught my eye, as it seemed to be more accessible and human than the usual kind of popular science book - and I really enjoyed it. Richard Hamblyn writes very well, with lots of quotable phrases, such as 'weather writes, erases, and rewrites itself upon the sky with the endless fluidity of language', and he seems to be interested in poetry, art, history and myth, as well as in the science of the weather. The book covers a wide area of subject matter, but is paced well, is pithy and informative, and has the added bonus of well-chosen chapter mottoes, which I always like, and a good index. All in all, this is an excellent read, which I recommend highly, whether or not you might be interested in science.