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A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things they have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie.
Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
The first thing you will notice is the light. The fluorescent banks in the high ceiling are dimmed, so the light at eye level is dominated by the glowing screens set at intervals throughout the cavernous room. There are no windows, so the bandwidths have that cold otherworldly truncation. Surfaces are in muted tones and mat colors, dampening unwanted reflections. Some of the screens flicker with strings of digits the color and periodicity of traffic lights, but most beam the standard Day- Glo palette of pastels usually associated with CRT graphics. While a few of the screens project their photons into the void, most of the displays are manned and womanned by attentive acolytes, their visages lit and their backs darkened like satellites parked in stationary orbits. Not everyone is held in the thrall of the object of their attentions in the same manner. A few jump up and down in little tethered dances, speaking into phones or mumbling at other electronic devices.
When I think of it, it's not such a great distance from communist cadre to software engineer. I may have joined the party to further social justice, but a deeper attraction could have been to a process, a system, a program. I'm inclined to think I've always believed in the machine.
Ellen Ullman, Close to the Machine
FROM RED VIENNA TO COMPUTOPIA
As I sit here staring at a laptop, it seems one of the most histronic statements in the world to insist that computers have a politics. It would appear that I could effortlessly bend this machine – small, portable, and eminently personal (though perhaps a little too warm and nowhere near cuddly) – to whatever idiosyncratic purposes I might harbor. However much it may now sport a tabula rasa on its user-friendly face, that was definitely not the way it was viewed in the first half of the century. An economist in the runup to the 1950s would have almost inevitably associated a fascination with the existence of something called a computer with a leftish inclination to believe that market economies could be controlled through some form of scientific planning. Although this political connotation was left out of the account of the rise of the three postwar schools of neclassical economics in the previous chapter, its continued omission would be unpardonable. Because the confluence of computation, mathematical economics, and state planning is a key theme in the histories of the Cowles Commission and RAND, a basic prerequisite for understanding the cyborg incursion into economics is a passing acquaintance with the perfervid question of “market socialism” in the 1930s and 1940s.
We may trust “mechanical” means of calculating or counting more than our memories. Why? – Need it be like this? I may have miscounted, but the machine, once constructed by us in such-and-such a way, cannot have miscounted. Must I adopt this point of view? – “Well, experience has taught us that calculating by machine is more trustworthy than by memory. It has taught us that our life goes smoother when we calculate by machines.” But must smoothness necessarily be our ideal (must it be our ideal to have everything wrapped in cellophane)?
Ludwig Wittgenstein, Remarks on the Foundations of Mathematics
Once upon a time, a small cadre of dreamers came to share an aspiration to render the operations of the economy manifest and comprehensible by comparing its configuration to that of rational mechanics. It was a simple and appealing vision of continuous motions in a closed world of commodity space, uniformly propelled toward an equilibrium of forces; the forces were the wants and desires of individual selves. Each and every agent was portrayed as a pinball wizard, deaf, dumb, and blind to everyone else. Not everyone who sought to comprehend and control the economy harbored this particular vision; nor was the portrayal uniformly dispersed throughout the diverse cultures of the world; but the more people were progressively trained in the natural sciences, the more this dream came to seem like second nature. After a while, it no longer qualified as a dream, having graduated to a commonplace manner of speech. Economics was therefore recast in something tangible as the theory of a particularly simple kind of machine.
The human body is a machine which winds its own springs. It is the living image of perpetual motion.
Joseph la Mettrie
In Gibbs' universe order is least probable, chaos most probable. But while the universe as a whole… tends to run down, there are local enclaves whose direction seems opposed…. Life finds its home in some of these enclaves. It is with this point of view at its core that the new science of Cybernetics began its development.
Norbert Wiener
A few years ago, the historian of science Adele Clark sought to see the world through a child's eyes and pose the question, “Mommy, where do cyborgs come from?” (in Gray, 1995, p. 139). As one often would when interrupted by a child's nagging questions, the overpowering temptation is to brush it off with a glib answer, perhaps something dismissive like: “Other cyborgs.” But if one instead begins to appreciate the responsibilities of parental obligation, the temptation shifts to a different plane, that of providing a nominally correct but semantically empty answer, perhaps something concerning the “enclaves” about which Wiener wrote. Those enclaves sound an awful lot like incubators: they are closed rooms where pressure and temperature are maintained at homeostatic levels conducive to embryonic life. Yet someone must be there to maintain that temperature and pressure; they had to convey the germs of life there from outside the closed room; and someone else had to install the boxes there in the first place. Genealogies are a tricky business, almost as tricky as life itself, frequently threatening to succumb to entropic degradation.
In one of her best known poems, George Eliot wrote of “the choir invisible,” the “immortal dead who live again / In minds made better by their presence.” In the work of which this book is the culmination, I have been sustained and inspired by my own Choir Invisible, who have enlarged my view of what was possible and accompanied me on what has turned out to be one of the most challenging and rewarding journeys of my life. I dedicate this book to them.
The group has many members, all of whose voices have been important, but there are four who have been particularly strong presences in this work: my grandmothers, Nina Bookhardt Neeley and Jessie Rivers Von Harten, my great aunt Myrtle Von Harten Davison, and my dear friend Ann Doner Vaughan. Their capacity to inspire and support others has not been diminished by the passage from this life to the next.
The Choir also includes Mary Somerville, whom I have never properly met but who has been an excellent companion and most agreeable subject through the years I have spent with her. I have on occasion been accused of acting too much as her advocate. On one level, of course, this charge is quite justified. For as long as I have truly appreciated what she accomplished, I have felt an obligation to help bring it to light. An unusual and fortuitous set of circumstances put me in a position to comprehend her work, and I have worked hard to help others do so. I would add that I did not begin this project as Somerville's advocate.
Mrs. Somerville's reputation is likely to be permanent, but it is possible that this unaffected record of a beautiful and consistent life may be of more benefit to society than even the valuable works to which she is indebted for her fame.
–Review of Personal Recollections, The Spectator, January 31, 1874
I began this project with the nave assumption that Mary Somerville was a forgotten woman. My reasons for thinking she was forgotten were straightforward: I had read dozens of comprehensive histories of science, and I had never seen her treated as anything more than a footnote, and rarely even as a footnote. As I examined in detail how she had been treated by the history of science, I realized that something much more interesting than forgetting was going on. She was not forgotten. She just could not be integrated into the patterns of traditional history of science. The eminence she had achieved in her own time was overshadowed by the fact that there was no major discovery to which her name could be attached and by the conceptual filters that either discounted women's achievements or failed altogether to recognize them.
The “Forgetting” of Mary Somerville
Of all the aspects of Mary Somerville's life and career, her fall into relative obscurity – what I will call here her “forgetting” – is one of the most interesting. By “forgetting” I mean not the literal loss of knowledge of her existence but rather her absence from standard histories of science. During her lifetime, she had been an integral part of the living scientific community, but she was an outsider to history.
Gravitation … connects sun with sun throughout the wide extent of creation … every tremor it excites in any one planet is immediately transmitted to the farthest limits of the system … like sympathetic notes in music, or vibrations from the deep tones of an organ.
–Mary Somerville, On the Connexion of the Physical Sciences
What Mary Somerville was and what she accomplished are captured in the self-portrait that serves as the frontispiece for this book. One of the most striking characteristics of the self-portrait is the directness with which the subject meets the gaze of the viewer. She deliberately presented herself as an author, pen in hand and seemingly in the midst of composition. Her clothing seems decidedly, perhaps even selfconsciously, feminine. The face is portrayed with much more accuracy and detail than any other part of the portrait except for her hands. In fact, much of the background is treated in an impressionistic way that almost suggests that the portrait is not yet finished. For the style of portraiture of the time, the gaze is uncommonly direct. It is neither reluctant nor aggressive, but, rather, discerning, perspicacious, shrewd.
In one respect, the directness of the gaze reflects her voice as an author, the hard-won confidence and authority that Somerville enjoyed as a scientist and an intellectual. Her life story demonstrates what a great distance had to be traversed in order for her – or for any woman of her time – to overcome the norms of deference that she surmounted in meeting the viewer's gaze so directly.
Early associations never entirely leave us, however much our position in life may alter.
–Mary Somerville, Physical Geography, 1848
The more one learns about Mary Somerville's childhood and early life, the more surprising her accomplishments appear. Her father had been sent to sea at the age of ten and had little formal education. Her mother read only the Bible, the newspaper, and sermons. Her parents' educational goals for their daughter were for her “to write well and keep accounts, which was all that a woman was expected to know” (PR 25) and to learn what might be called the domestic fine arts: needlework, pastry and jam making, gardening, and piano. As a child, she had great difficulty remembering names and dates and found the catechism incomprehensible. Though she could read Pilgrim's Progress at the age of eight or nine, she did not master the basics of writing and arithmetic until she was thirteen years old. She never became adept at spelling or doing simple sums.
Her family and friends generally disapproved of her penchant for reading, and she was prevented from studying Euclid at night because she was depleting the family candle supply and her family feared she would follow in the footsteps of an acquaintance who had gone “raving mad about the longitude!” (PR 54) In girlhood, her education was inhibited by old-school prejudices, lack of money, and the demands of acquiring and practicing the domestic and artistic skills required of a woman of the middle class; in early adulthood, she was limited by isolation and an unsupportive spouse.
The deeper the research, the more does the inexpressible perfection of God's works appear, whether in the majesty of the heavens, or in the infinitesimal beings of the earth.
–Mary Somerville, On Molecular and Microscopic Science
As in a theater,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
–T. S. Eliot, “East Coker”
As previous chapters have demonstrated, one of the hallmarks of Somerville's rhetoric of science was a theme she borrowed from the eighteenth-century scientific poets – the idea that science was a pathway to God, a form of elevated meditation, and that detailed examination of nature revealed the intricacy, drama, harmony, and beauty that God had incorporated into the design of universe. In this view, the capacity for exact calculation and for in-depth and precise understanding of phenomena was an aid rather than a hindrance to appreciating the wonders of the creation. She pursued the creative possibilities of this idea in new settings in Physical Geography and On Molecular and Microscopic Science. In Mechanism and Connexion, Somerville had provided her readers with an expanded conception of the universe and surveyed the celestial and some aspects of the terrestrial spheres. In Physical Geography and On Molecular and Microscopic Science, she turned her attention to the remainder of God's handiwork – the earth, the sea, the air, and their many animal and vegetable inhabitants. As she explored and presented detailed scientific accounts of these subjects, Somerville took up another theme borrowed from the scientific poets: the analogy between the worlds revealed by the telescope and microscope.
Mrs. Somerville is the lady who, Laplace says, is the only woman who understands his works. She draws beautifully, and while her head is up among the stars, her feet are firm upon the earth.
–Maria Edgeworth to Miss Ruxton, January 17, 1822
The innovative is, by definition, hard to categorize.
–Clifford Geertz, “Blurred Genres: The Reconfiguration of Social Thought”
Mary Somerville was an eminent scientist. She achieved an international reputation that established her as both the leading woman of science in Great Britain during the nineteenth century and as one of that century's most celebrated intellectual women. (Patterson 1983) Somerville's greatest scholarly strength was in mathematics, which she mastered at a very high level, but her expertise extended throughout the established and emerging physical and life sciences. She was the first woman to publish experimental results in the Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society as well as the first – and only – woman to have her bust placed in the great hall of the Royal Society. Hers was the first name on John Stuart Mill's petition to obtain the vote for women in Great Britain. (PR 345) When the founders of Oxford University's first nondenominational women's college sought a name to exemplify ideals of high intellectual achievement for women, “Somerville” seemed an obvious choice. (Adams 1996)
In a letter written in 1829, David Brewster pronounced her “certainly the most extraordinary woman in Europe – a Mathematician of the very first rank.”
No analysis is so difficult as that of one's own mind
–Mary Somerville, Personal Recollections
The last page of the second draft of Mary Somerville's autobiography, written near the end of her long life, contains only a few lines. These lines are recorded in an elderly hand that deteriorates rapidly as it moves down the page and seems to contradict the words themselves.
I have every reason to be thankful that my intellect is still unimpaired, and, although my strength is weakness, my daughters support my tottering steps, and, by incessant care and help, make the infirmities of age so light to me that I am perfectly happy, and as a memorial of my gratitude and love, I dedicate this my last work to them.
Mary Somerville
The page is very wrinkled and appears to have been crumpled and then smoothed out again. The words printed here in italics are omitted from the published version. The circumstances that led to the crumpling of the page and the omission of the final words remain, like many other things about Mary Somerville, somewhat of a mystery.
Personal Recollections holds particular interest because it sheds light on her published works and also offers answers to questions left largely unanswered by other sources. What kind of a person was Mary Somerville? What kind of life did she lead? What were her regrets and fears? How did she view her own career and abilities? What were her views on women in science and society?
For my part, I was long in the state of a boa constrictor after a full meal – and am but just recovering the powers of motion. My mind was so distended by the magnitude, the immensity of what you put into it! I can only assure you that you have given me a great deal of pleasure; that you have enlarged my conception of the sublimity of the universe, beyond any ideas I had ever before been enabled to form.
–Maria Edgeworth, 1832
The “full meal” to which Edgeworth refers is the “Preliminary Dissertation” on the Mechanism of the Heavens. The terms she uses and the responses she describes seem more appropriate for an epic poem than a scientific treatise. The “Preliminary Dissertation” combined the qualities of both. Although it was written for and originally published as part of Mechanism, the “Preliminary Dissertation” was considered sufficiently valuable to be published independently in 1832. It epitomizes Somerville's most important abilities and contributions as a writer and a philosopher and provided the basic structure for one of Somerville's most popular books, On the Connexion of the Physical Sciences, which sold over 15,000 copies. As mentioned earlier, Mechanism established Somerville's reputation in elite science. Because Mechanism and Connexion were Mary Somerville's most esoteric and technical writings, they provide the most convincing demonstration of her ability to portray science as both exact calculation and elevated meditation. They also illustrate the intellectual quality that Whewell defined in gendered terms as the peculiar illumination of the female mind, a quality that ultimately reveals itself more through its blurring of gendered traits than its exemplification of female ones.