My reaction to this book was far too uncharitable. As with any theory which seeks to dethrone a reigning paradigm, (and what could be more upsetting than a new paradigm which seeks to render all other paradigms hopelessly quaint and parochial), it is always met with resistance from those most entrenched in previous methodological frameworks. Consider the hostility with which Albert Einstein approached the findings of Quantum Mechanics. He spent much of his later life attempting to introduce hidden variables into equations in order to make them consistent with no-spooky-action-at-a-distance. We now know that this was a mug's game. Now there are some important distinctions to be made here, and the comparison between what's being proposed by Hoffman and his collaborators, and the findings of Einstein's contemporaries, share, (in my mind), two important differences which I will state in the conclusion of this addendum to my initial review. But I found it instructive to reflect on the history of scientific progress and how we can often be obstinate to our own detriment.
Anywho, here I am, after many months of flagellating myself with a sturdy rope of black liquorice while reciting these lines: "For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple and wrong.” Until blood loss induced a beatific vision in which The Logos spoke to me. "Max Planck, surveying his own career in his Scientific Autobiography, sadly remarked that “a new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.” To which I replied, "You're not The Logos! That's a passage from the work of Thomas Kuhn! I didn't just roll in on a load of turnips!" Causing the amorphous being to vanish and take with it the possibility of further interrogation.
I'm coming around to the idea that it seems very unlikely that evolution would've primed our perceptual systems to be perfectly vertical. That we would have access to things that are "true-enough" to maximize our chances of survival and reproduction - cobbling together a reasonably good facsimile within those narrow contexts - sure. But that we have access to reality, unencumbered by the limitations of our atavistic trajectories through evolutionary space? Probably not. We know that much of what constitutes the fundamental properties of the universe, (as we currently understand them), are completely unintuitive, and this is readily apparent when we move to scales and speeds at which our evolved, Folk-Newtonian physics break down completely. In the case of both General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics. To say nothing of things such as holographic theory, which suggests that our 3d reality may actually be a holographic projection of a 2 dimensional reality on the boundary of spacetime, or others which suggest extra spatial dimensions that we can't perceive. Or theories that visualize space-time as a superfluid having zero viscosity, and others which compel us to consider the possibility that we are all highly advanced sex robots seeded by an now extinct martian civilization.
And finally, the work of people like Nima Arkani-Hamed and Ed Witten who are uncovering things which lead them to suspect that maybe things we took as fundamental in physics, such a Hilbert Spaces, aren't at all. Amplituhedron theory challenges the notion that spacetime locality and unitarity are necessary components of a model of particle interactions. The connection between the amplituhedron and scattering amplitudes is a conjecture that has passed many non-trivial checks, including an understanding of how locality and unitarity arise as consequences of positivity. And I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener. etc.
To what extent is our reality an adaptive fiction, then? I have no idea, and I'm not convinced by some of Hoffman's bolder claims - that our perception of reality isn't even an abstraction of it, but completely detached from it in a way that appears unbridgeable, for instance - but the ways in which this is certainly true provide fertile ground for study. The technical question that Hoffman and his team are grappling with is this: What is the probability that natural selection would shape our sensory systems to see true properties of objective reality? Whatever percentage you would assign, one can't deny that this is an interesting, (and valid), question.
Two of the biggest problems that I have with with what Hoffman suggests, (aside from the fact that, despite not being best adapted to perceive things occuring on scales which did not impinge upon our immediate survival, one would expect us to have some fairly clear and consistent programming when it comes to the goldilocks zone of which our conceptual umwelt is comprised - or at least, I, in my recalcitrant ignorance, continue to cling to this notion) 1.) I cannot see how this theory is falsifiable, even in principle. 2.) It doesn't seem to provide the possibility of any testable predictions.
The claim that how we perceive reality is different from how reality really is, is not remarkable. Hoffman's idea that we evolved to experience a collective delusion, is, in a trivial sense, manifestly true. We are privy to a thin slice of the electromagnetic spectrum without the aid of technology. We are led astray by hallucinations which exploit, (either accidentally or intentionally), shortcomings in our perceptual/cognitive systems. etc. It is quite a common view in neuroscience and psychology, and is supported by a lot of evidence. But the additional claims which Hoffman makes go much further than this, and, at least for the moment, I am unwilling to follow him into the depths of what appears to be an empirical argument for transcendental idealism.
With all that being said; this gets my highest recommendation. If for no other reason than how much it has made me think.
Original Review:
For a review of a book titled The Case Against Reality, one might assume that a drug related tangent would be unnecessary and self indulgent. And yet...
Do you wish to descale your solipsistic leanings of the crusty patina which has effaced their luster with shades of oxidative mockery? Then you should give this book a good tug and spray your militant subjectivity with Hoffmann’s salty lemon juice. Have you ever, in a near fatal incident of gastric incredulity, mulched and composted an entire Salvia Divinorum plant (under the perfectly reasonable assumption that parsley and feta grow in the wild) utilizing your recently implanted tribosphenic teeth and the hollow organs of your GI tract to emulsify your spirit with psychedelic molecules, whilst clutching your head and shrieking. “My skull enshrouds my brain in total darkness, like a casket!”? Then your unique circumstances have prepared you well for the buffet of bizarre notions on offer here.
This book takes the well worn concept of our perceptual systems assembling only crude approximations of reality and amplifies these theories in a manner that would satisfy Nigel Tufnel (i.e. turning it up to eleven). If you had assumed, like me, that, despite its approximate nature, our concepts of the world and the objects that gild it are, at least, somewhat veridical, moisten another blotter with the blind worm in its cave of teeth and think again! We are quickly disabused of the common sense notion that apprehending the truth of ones environment is roughly compatible with maximizing genetic fitness. Instead, we are presented with the case that truth and fitness are mutually exclusive goals in our evolutionary history. Selection pressures are uniformly against truth, and fully in the corner of a fitness divorced from it.
The central idea of the book is called The Interface Theory of Perception, and the gist is as follows: Like a computer icon on your screen of some arbitrary shape and color, the characteristics of the icon itself bears no relation to the files it points to. We are invited to analogize this with how we perceive tomatoes, apples, snakes, orangutans, belligerent gophers, radioactive hobo-scorpions with shotguns, and even space-time.
To say that I didn’t find the arguments for this view entirely persuasive would be to undersell the skepticism I washed them down with. It was a bit like taking sips of brandy and chasing it with chemical cleaner. Cautionary notes are sounded throughout the book to assure us that we’re not descending into metaphysical solipsism, and yet, almost every step of the way I could feel a gulf opening up beneath me, causing me, at various points, to accost strangers with the following lines; “This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.”
The book veers between the interesting ways in which our perceptions fail in the edge cases of trying to intuit the phenomena of the very small, the very fast, and the very large - to hacking away at the macroscopic reality of the Dragon Glue (Bad Dragon’s official one-component adhesive used for repairing torn silicone toys), like a Copenhagen Interpretive Axe Murderer.
That’s not to say that I didn’t find fantastic ideas in the book, some of the more tempered speculations were very interesting, and I found some of the anecdotal evidence from the animal kingdom to be pretty neat. Such as Jewel Beetles forgoing reproductive opportunities in order to seek the super stimulus of beer bottles (stubbies) littered across the beach. This had me giggling at the various parallels I conjured up, until I then learned that certain ants had begun to take advantage of this lascivious misfiring and were devouring the poor bastards pecker first, sobering me right up.
Donald Hoffman is obviously a very intelligent researcher who has probably forgotten more than I’ve ever learned about cognitive science, so there’s the very real (or is it?) possibility that my ignorance is keeping me from fully taking these insights on board. I’m not equipped to argue against him point by point. I think, validity of the claims aside, the biggest fault of this book is a schizophrenic use of language. Sometimes reasonably suggesting that there is an underlying objective reality we can understand, but our senses, as a result of computational bandwidth, hide it’s true complexity. Other times pursuing arguments against the notion of causality in deadly earnest. The author seems to have made up his mind on this issue, unfortunately, the book hasn’t.