Ludwig Boltzmann, who spent much of his life studying statistical mechanics, died in 1906, by his own hand. Paul Ehrenfest, carrying on the work, died similarly in 1933. Now it is our turn to study statistical mechanics.
David Goodstein, in the opening of his Thermodynamics and Statistical Mechanics textbook “States of Matter.”
Ludwig Boltzmann, who spent much of his life studying statistical mechanics, died in 1906, by his own hand. Paul Ehrenfest, carrying on his work, died similarly in 1933. Now it is our turn to study statistical mechanics.
This one tops my list, probably followed by the opening to hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy.
Came looking for this, thanks
it hits differently these days, but: “The sky above the port was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel” -William Gibson, Neuromancer
Neil Gaiman makes a reference to that in Neverwhere, using ‘TV tuned to a dead channel’ to describe a cloudless blue sky.
Lovely books, horrible human being, apparently. Such a shame
Never turn people into heroes, it’s an unearned pedestal. People who create works of art are expressing their ideals not their reality.
Separate the art from the artist, and if you do not wish to enrich the artist, then torrent their works
Which is why I only own one Gaiman book, and even that was a gift. Even streaming music made by cunts feels bad nowadays… but I remind myself that there’s thousands others out there… so I just block the cunts and move on. (Black metal especially has quite a bit of nazis, unfortunately)
I need to read that one of these days
It is a great book and the other two in the trilogy are just as good. I’m going through all of Gibson’s works right now. Currently in Agency and loving it.
It’s a trilogy? I didn’t know that. Cool!
I’ve been waiting for the third book in the Jackpot trilogy for what feels like a decade. I hope he finishes it soon.
Just starting his Jackpot trilogy. I watched the series, they canceled it just as it was getting good. Wonder if that has anything to do with the incomplete books.
I believe that the show was cancelling due to a combination of the writers/actors strike and Amazon just having a nagging tendency to cancel expensive shows. The Peripheral does stray from the books a bit, but it was so good. The cancelling of their good shows and their bullshit extra fee to not see ads made me just stop watching Prime Video completely.
The books are excellent though, super excited about the last book (whenever it comes out). They are my favorite books of his since the Sprawl trilogy (aka Neuromancer books).
The characters were great, and the cast worked well, too. Second season people had settled in to their roles and it flowed better. Especially liked Alexandra Billings’ Lowbeer. That androgyny and smiling threat with presence brought to the character was awesome.
I read it ages ago and enjoyed it immensely. Its influence on everything cyberpunk is clear.
Let’s go with something more somber.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
-Lolita by Nabokov
It’s not strictly the opening, because it comes after a fake foreword presenting this, the main text, as a true crime story, written by the criminal himself. It sets the mood quite effectively. These sentences are the equivalent of drawing hearts around the name of your crush. And while the writer is shown to obsess over Lolita, he is only concerned with his own person. His victim is only presented as something within him (poignantly his loins and mouth) and not as a person separate from and outside of him.
And mind: AI could not come up with something like that: No tongue or lips.
Wow does that ever make me shiver, and not in a good way. Imagine saying that about a CHILD.
I think the hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy opener is my favorite, but a close second is Albert Camus’
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
I just started reading “The giant squid” by Fabio Genovesi and I really loved the opening. I couldn’t find the official English translation, so here’s the original and my rough translation:
Del mare non sappiamo nulla. Nulla di nulla, eppure il mare è quasi tutto. All’inizio c’era solo lui, poi ha concesso un po’ di spazio secco e polveroso alla terraferma, e noi subito superbi a dire che il centro del mondo è New York o Pechino, come una volta Babilonia, Atene, Roma, Parigi… invece il centro del mondo è il mare.
We know nothing about the ocean. Nothing at all, and yet the ocean is almost everything. In the beginning there was only the ocean, then it gave a little space - dry and dusty - to the lands, and we immediately haughtily proclaimed that the center of the world is New York or Beijing, like we once did with Babylonia, Athens, Rome or Paris. But instead the center of the world is the ocean.
This is really beautiful. Is the book available in translation?
Yes, there seems to be an English translation. Maybe if someone has it they can post the odficial English translation.
“In a hole in a ground there lived a hobbit.” JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit
The building was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault.
Blood Rites, book 6 of The Dresden Files
Damn, I really don’t have an original thought in my head
The more we communicate in memes and pop culture references, the closer we get to going full Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.
Di’caprio, his finger pointing
Redford, when the mountain man nodded
Late to the party, but:
A vessel may be defined as an object that keeps the water either in or out; it is the latter sort that concerns us.
The Elements of Seamanship by Roger C Taylor
I went looking for it and found only a book of the same name written by William Harwar Parker, in 1864.
https://archive.org/details/elementsofseaman00park/mode/1up
It’s less entertaining…
I guess I now know what my Dad is getting for his birthday…
I was going to post Neuromancer too, but everyone posted that.
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs, began to take hold.
Fear and loathing in las vegas
“It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy convent Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men.”
- Red Sister, Mark Lawrence.
Good book if you want something a bit like Harry Potter but aimed at a more mature audience and not funding the stripping away of human rights.
I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. First, I visited my wife’s grave. Then, I joined the army.
- John Scalzi, Old Man’s War
“Dirk Moeller didn’t know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out.”
-John Scalzi, The Android’s Dream
Ah damn how did I forget this one?! One of my absolute favorite books!
I ugly laughed a lot when I read it the first time.
If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would have worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.
– Jason Pargin, Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits
The building was on fire, and this time it was not my fault.
Thank you someone had to post this one.
Sounds like the start to Fahrenheit 451
Can’t believe no one has yet proferred the classic:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Why’d you stop halfway through?
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Why’d you stop halfway through?
Poor googling.
Is this sarcasm? I think if it stopped at the first dichotomy, or the second it would be fine. But it goes on for fucking ever.
Kinda the point. It’s supposed to drill into your head how everything in that period was taken to the extremes by taking the prose itself to the extremes.
Well I like it.
I am happy for you in that, a little surprised. But good for you!
not all prose has to be prosaic
