
Book #245 of 2020:
The Smallest Lights in the Universe: A Memoir by Sara Seager
This title is a firsthand account of author Sara Seager’s experiences with death — primarily that of her young husband to cancer, but also those of her father, a dog, and two cats — as well as a look at her career as an astrophysicist trying to mathematically detect habitable planets in the far reaches of space. At times, these threads echo each other powerfully, with the writer talking about loss and grief in terms of the subtle gravitational effects by things unseen. But too often, it feels as though there are job chapters and there are family chapters, without any particular effort to stitch them together into a cohesive whole.
Seager keeps readers at a bit of a distance too, mentioning people or activities who are important to her personal life but seldom providing enough details to make us understand the appeal. When she does elaborate, it’s sometimes even worse — as when her partner names a dog after his favorite Ayn Rand character, then later renames the pet so that they can bestow the original name on a daughter instead. It sure seems like the author intends that anecdote to endear us to the man, but for me it’s downright horrifying.
(It’s possible my alienation here stems in part from the fact that Seager is autistic, but that’s not an issue I’ve encountered with other writers or friends who are on the spectrum.)
I’ve found myself more interested in her professional sphere, which she presents as disappointingly cutthroat, petty, and sexist rather than the high-minded science one might expect. It’s not altogether inspiring, but the breakthroughs are neat to learn about from an expert, and I probably would have liked the book better had it focused solely on that.
★★★☆☆
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