A very strange book.
Willard Gibbs is the genius of the 19th century that you have never heard of, whose work on the fundamental theories of thermodynamics are essential to a huge range of discoveries from rubber to explosive, yet who hid his lamp under a lead-lined bushel. A fascinating, one-of-a-kind read about a truly exceptional man with infinite gifts and apparently no personality to speak of.
The author, Muriel Rukeyser, on the other hand, just oozes personality. Verbose and repetitive at times, cryptically poetic at others, she has crafted a lyrical work about a deeply up lyrical man and subject. In this fashion, she created something new, in 1945, that still reads as unique and powerful.
Rukeyser writes beautifully, and exposes history and connections among the great men of the American intellectual and scientific explosion of the 19th century, including Henry Adams, William James, a touch of Emerson, Melville, Hawthorne and more. Some of the connections she makes are flights of fancy, but it is still a strangely compelling story.
I have no idea whom I would recommend this book to, perhaps to anyone who reads “The Marginalian,” whose author created this edition and whose style of prose poetry and free association is similar. But I do hope it finds its readers.