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One of the outstanding voices of his generation, David Foster Wallace has won a large and devoted following for the intellectual ambition and bravura style of his fiction and essays. Now he brings his considerable talents to the history of one of math's most enduring puzzles: the seemingly paradoxical nature of infinity.Is infinity a valid mathematical property or a meaningless abstraction? The nineteenth-century mathematical genius Georg Cantor's answer to this question not only surprised him but also shook the very foundations upon which math had been built. Cantor's counterintuitive discovery of a progression of larger and larger infinities created controversy in his time and may have hastened his mental breakdown, but it also helped lead to the development of set theory, analytic philosophy, and even computer technology.Smart, challenging, and thoroughly rewarding, Wallace's tour de force brings immediate and high-profile recognition to the bizarre and fascinating world of higher mathematics.… (more)
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Wallace gives you a sense of the mindbending toil and real genius necessary to dream up mathematical theories and proofs. His story starts with the Greeks (they dont believe infinity and irrational numbers exist), moves through the wild success of the Calculus to calculus's masochistic foundational crisis (how can we simultaneously have n = 0 and n ≠ 0?) and culminates in Cantor's invention of set theory. It's a story of great scope and allows Wallace to indulge in his metaphysical interests and explore different expository techniques.
A lot of reviewers think the book is a failure and find fault with Wallace's grasp of the subject and with his baroque style, its curlicues and flourishes. But I dig his style; and I think he does a super job explaining how the different concepts work, as well as the historical and metaphysical background. Still, if the reader has had some college math courses it would help her make it through the book without eliding great chunks of the text.
What's more, any book that has Aristotle as a villain is aight.
by *David Foster Wallace* who is such a big-wig in the world of literature, I thought I'd give it a shot.
The book is meant, as far as I can tell, to be an experiment, and IMHO the experiment fails. It attempts to be a
This sort of experimentation is obviously of interest to me in that I plan to be writing my own chatty physics book and playing with my own typography; obviously I certainly hope my version does not fall as flat with most readers as did this one with me.
I do think I understand Wallace's biggest flaws.
* Too much repetition of "This is all very complicated in the details" in various ways
* Far far too much back-and-forth referencing, rather than an attempt to figure out how to lay out the book in such a way that a single monotonic increasing pass through it is satisfactory
Oh, BTW, looking at the reviews of this and other DFW books on Amazon strongly suggests that this way this was written is the way DFW writes pretty much everything, which means I can cross him off the list of authors I'll bother reading in the future.
The main reason I read this book, besides just curiosity about one of the lesser-read Wallace books, was my interest in figuring out a certain infamous scene in Wallace's
Unfortunately, it was. This book is full of errors. A lot of them are just terminological solecisms that general readers won't notice or care about, but there are also some mathematical arguments in the book that are seriously flawed -- some of them much worse, in fact, than Pemulis' argument. (Some of them are wrong in an utterly weird, "only a stoned undergrad at 3 AM could think like this" way, which makes me wonder how on earth they got found their way into the book -- extreme time pressure, maybe?) I'm now forced to conclude that the Mean Value Theorem thing in IJ is not a sly bit of characterization, but simple authorial incompetence.
Everything and More is also very poorly written and organized. There's very little of the usual Wallace charm and cleverness, and a lot of aimless rambling, needless distinctions and clarifications-that-don't-really-clarify. Anyone who reads this book without no knowledge of the relevant math will come out of the experience with the impression that it is incredibly thorny and complicated and that Wallace has done his heroic best to shape it into some popularly presentable form. As it happens, most of the math is actually quite simple, and most of the appearance of complexity here is an artifact of Wallace's style -- the result of inconsequential (or incorrect!) nitpicking and a dizzying, needlessly scattered order of presentation.
It makes me sad to think that there are people out there whose first impression of Wallace will come from this book.
It is absolutely brilliant. This
Featuring the word "shit" twice so far.
Worth it just for opening chapter's discussion of "abstraction".
He reviews the history of