The challenge of capturing the life of Albert Einstein in one book tickled my curiousity, and forced me without hesitation to buy the book. In fact, the challenge of doing Einstein, or even his biography justice in a simple review still stands, and stands tall.
Walter Isaacson presents a true masterpiece and a unique style in collecting this treasure of a book. Having written “Benjamin Franklin: An American Life” previously, he sure had the credentials, and may I say, lived up to the challenge.
Walter was successful, with his unmatched narrative skills, in perserving Einstein’s stature, while also bringing to life Einstein the human being and scientist alike. With the advantage of recently uncovered historical detail, he maintained a significant level of scientific accuracy along with very human revelations about Einstein’s life.
He disclosed amazing stories of childhood, such as the fact that Albert did not speak words until he was 2, or the fact that he did not excel at subjects pertaining to language and arts. Always thinking miles away from the box, Isaacson describes how Albert always asked the wrong questions, or so it was assumed.
Stories of his relationships, such as those in which Einstein would take his wife on a romantic outing, which only consisted of a trip to the mountain to sit together and solve equations, were ones you know you would only read of in Albert’s life. The comprehensive presentation Walter reviews Einstein’s political and philisophical views make you think it’s no wonder President Roosevelt took his advice preceeding the World War.
Einstein was granted American Citizenship in 1940, and was sure to mention what bliss the Americans were in for being able to express without the pressure of a social barrier.
After a life for the history books, and dedication to science, to universe and to humanity until death, it does not strike you with surprise that they removed his brain during his autopsy without consent, in wishful hope of service to neuro science.
On a final note, walking down one of the streets of Manhattan, I read a sign, that summarizes the book and gives hope to our young ones. It read : “As a student, he was no Einstein”. Quite simply, his name is undoubtedly synonymous with the word “Genius”.