ALSO BY JAMES GLEICK
Copyright © 2016 by James Gleick
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Name: Gleick, James.
Title: Time travel / James Gleick.
Description: New York : Pantheon Books [2016]
Identifiers: LCCN 2016002323. ISBN 9780307908797 (hardcover). ISBN 9780307908803 (ebook). ISBN 9780375715204 (open market).
Subjects: LCSH: Space and time—Popular works. Time travel—Popular works.
Classification: LCC QC173.59.S65 G54 2016. DDC 530.11—dc23. LC record available at lccn.loc.gov/2016002323
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—Charles Lamb (1817)
—Marcel Proust (1927?)
—W. H. Auden (1936)
Contents
Chapter One: Machine
Chapter Two: Fin de Siècle
Chapter Three: Philosophers and Pulps
Chapter Four: Ancient Light
Chapter Five: By Your Bootstraps
Chapter Six: Arrow of Time
Chapter Seven: A River, a Path, a Maze
Chapter Eight: Eternity
Chapter Nine: Buried Time
Chapter Ten: Backward
Chapter Eleven: The Paradoxes
Chapter Twelve: What Is Time?
Chapter Thirteen: Our Only Boat
Chapter Fourteen: Presently
ONE
Machine
—John Banville (2012)
A MAN STANDS AT the end of a drafty corridor, a.k.a. the nineteenth century, and in the flickering light of an oil lamp examines a machine made of nickel and ivory, with brass rails and quartz rods—a squat, ugly contraption, somehow out of focus, not easy for the poor reader to visualize, despite the listing of parts and materials. Our hero fiddles with some screws, adds a drop of oil, and plants himself on the saddle. He grasps a lever with both hands. He is going on a journey. And by the way so are we. When he throws that lever, time breaks from its moorings.