Relativity by Albert Einstein, Routledge, £7.99, ISBN 0415253845
“SURPRISINGLY accessible”, says the blurb. I wonder whether “moderately
baffling” was considered, or “not quite as horrifyingly incomprehensible as I’d
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But then this is Einstein’s Relativity. It’s the man’s own effort,
written in 1916, to popularise his ideas—the special and general theories
of relativity, the notions of time dilation and Lorentz contraction, the
space-time continuum, non-Euclidean geometry and the finite but unbounded
Universe. Of course, it’s hard. I would have been disappointed otherwise. What’s
the use of reading Einstein if you can’t feel smug about it?
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I’m being a bit unfair. Although he includes some equations and plenty of
difficult ideas, Einstein is sympathetic to the reader: “The non-mathematician
is seized by a mysterious shuddering when he hears of ‘four-dimensional’ things,
by a feeling not unlike that awakened by thoughts of the occult”. And if you can
get over the shudders, much of the book is a delight.
The brass-and-mahogany language of the translation isn’t quite modern pop
science, but Einstein’s use of analogies and metaphors is. My favourite, used to
measure out space warps that no rigid reference frame can contain, is the
flexible “reference-mollusc”.