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OBITUARY: Midnight ‘Naughtypants’ Ginsberg (2008-2026)

IMG_9247Also known as ‘Mr N. Pants of Cromer’, Mr Ginsberg died in the early hours of New Year’s Day. He was 17. Discovered as a stray in the garden at about six months old, and despite having been taught company manners by a tolerant golden retriever, he remained fairly feral to the end of his days. Until his recent retirement he would occasionally deposit whole dead rats in one’s shoes. He is believed to have had several homes, and is known to have regularly helped an elderly neighbour three doors down watch Coronation Street. He remained perky and alert until near the end, having not lost any of his marbles, though, to be fair, he didn’t have very many to begin with. He is survived by three other cats, four dogs, two chickens, a royal python, two tropical fish and four humans, whose grief will be tempered by relief from mounting vet bills. May his memory be a blessing.

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Books of 2025

Composite image of my posts on BlueSky, each with a very short review of a book

Micro-reviews of the first 12 books I read in 2025

My annual round-up of the books I read in 2025 was pre-empted by a request from Research Professional News (RPN) to write 250 words on my favourite reads of the past year. The article, which includes selections by others, is for subscribers only but here is what I wrote (edited to straighten out some of the text’s original convolutions):

In a year in which the world appears to be going to hell in a hand cart travelling at the speed of a SpaceX rocket, I turned to two books to try to get a grip on the overwhelming immiseration of politics at home and abroad. Renée DiResta’s Invisible Rulers: The people who turn lies into reality provided a penetrating analysis of how influencers and propagandists have worked the attention economy of social media into a frenzy that daily perverts our public discourse. Sadly, her proffered solutions seem to me likely to fall short.

The far-right ethno-nationalists who have ridden to power on the toxic currents that sluice through these media channels were brilliantly unmasked in Quinn Solobodian’s Hayek’s Bastards. They are, it turns out, a highly organised but motley crew of thinkers and philanthropists who have wrapped themselves in the threadbare, foul-smelling rags of scientific racism to proselytise for a socioeconomic vision rooted in division. I was left with a visceral sense of just how much they despise the wealth and diversity of our collective humanity.

I found relief from these troubling vistas in Kathryn Schulz’s Lost & Found, a beautifully written and deeply soulful tale of losing her beloved father and finding the love of her life. It is a book that overflows with human kindness. As does Middlemarch, I have belatedly discovered. George Eliot’s compassionate masterpiece on the many and various foibles of beloved characters who leap vividly from the page surprised and delighted me time and again. With uncommon wit and wisdom she weaves a tale of provincial, everyday cares to articulate, in ways that still seem fresh after 150 years, profound and moving insights into the human condition. I am indebted to this nineteenth century writer for resurrecting my hopes for twenty-first.

As is my long-standing habit, I also briefly reviewed each book in a BlueSky post as soon as I’d finished it.  You can click on the composite images of these posts to see higher resolution versions, or look up the year-long thread starting from here.

Composite image of my posts on BlueSky, each with a very short review of a book

Micro-reviews on BlueSky of my reading in the 2nd half of 2025

 

As you will see if you read the whole thread, apart from the four titles I highlighted for RPN, it was another mixed year. On the novel front I really enjoyed Laurent Binet’s intriguingly structured HHhH about the assassination in Prague in 1942 of the high-ranking Nazi, Reinhard Heydrich, and the exploits of Dashiel Hammett’s gloriously cynical Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon, a character immortalised by Humphrey Bogart in the film of the book.

Colm Toibin’s Long Island memorably and movingly picked up the threads from Brooklyn twenty or so years later to tell the story of the loves and losses of Eilis Lacey, who has made her life in America but still feels the tug of her fraying ties to Ireland. To this Irish ear it resounded with the familiar ache of the emigrant.

Otherwise I was mostly disappointed with novels that others have found enchanting. I couldn’t finish Jonas Jonasson’s The Hundred Year Old Man who Climbed out of the Window and Disappeared, while Anne Cleeves’ Raven Black and Robert Harris’s Imperium both left me cold. I also failed to connect with Ursula Le Guin’s masterwork The Dispossessed. The faults here are partly my own, particularly in the case of Le Guin, I suspect.

Non-fiction titles that have stayed with me, apart from the two mentioned above, include Angus Hanton’s eye-opening but depressing Vassal State, an account of how the British economy has become a dependency of the USA, and James Baldwin’s collection of writings in The Cross of Redemption, which gave such a blistering insight into the state of that benighted country.

All in all not a bad year – enough reward to make me want to carry on. I am already enjoying the first book that I will finish in 2026, Matthew Cobb’s brand new biography of Francis Crick.

Happy new year dear reader!

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Photos of 2025

Green parakeets gathered on a bird feeder with the golden leaves of a tree in autumn behind

Green and gold of autumn

My annual selection of favourites from the photographs I took in the past year is now available on Flickr. Do people still use Flickr?

I have broken my usual rule of not including family photos because of the very exceptional and very happy occurrences of both of our daughters’ weddings this year. It would have felt wrong somehow to omit pictures that captured the sheer joy of these events.

Otherwise, I have travelled even less this year than last, so more of the pictures are closer to home. Most are at home or in and around the great city of London, which never fails to offer new surprises.

Enjoy, I hope.

Collections from previous years are available for 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

Black and white photograph taken through the window of people in a cafe all looking at their laptops or phones

Connected

Photo of the tall. angular glass Shard reflected in a puddle by the kerb

Shard reflection

Black and white photograph of a partial eclipse of the sun - a segment missing from the top right of the solar globe

Partial eclipse

Shot from Green Park of the pale stone facade of Buckingham Palace, with silhouetted people and trees in front.

Park and palace

A silver colander full of just-washed red and yellow plums, glistening with water droplets

Plum centre

 

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In which we pause

snowdrops blooming on grass

Silent night.

Well, not really night anymore, as I first opened this page at 4 AM. Out the window brittle stars burn, though the faintest of glows already encroaches. That limbo before morning, when the house is utterly silent, the central heating’s hum not yet kicked in. Even the chatty robins still sleep, and no cars or planes rumble past. After three days of windstorms, the air too is completely still: no branches shushing or chimes tinkling. I could be the only person awake in the entire world, driven to this state by the bad cold that befell me, typically, on my first full day off work.

It is also that limbo between Christmas and New Year, when everything has dried up: work emails, chatter from friends, even – thankfully – the guilty compulsion to chip away at academic chores. All that remains is your dear family, the larger world pushed away from its glowing, essential core. There is food to prepare, LEGO to assemble, hugs to enjoy, movies to watch, wrapping paper and cartons to recycle, long-postponed chores to consider: sweeping the last of the fallen leaves from the garden paths, for example, or tidying (once and for all) the loft. There are walks to take in the chill afternoons, muddy boots and untidy woods full of berries: holly, ivy, hawthorn, the remains of the sloe. There is the cold North Sea to be plunged into, while passers-by bundled in hats, scarves and gloves stare as if you are mad.

But reality will resume soon enough. The first snowdrops are already blooming in the village gardens and – along with the January crocuses pushing through the ragged lawn – the abandoned list of academic deadlines will soon once again become unavoidable.

Yet for now: silent night.

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Behind the Nativity scenes

May the lord, when he comes, find us watching and waiting
From morning prayer in Advent

Working in a church as Christmas approaches means doing two jobs at once.

One task is to continue our walk through the liturgical year. Now is the season of Advent, metered out on Sundays with the lighting of candles on the Advent wreath. Familiar readings and themes tell of preparation, of gathering. Advent does not have the austerity of Lent. Nonetheless, liturgically at least, we are not rejoicing. Not yet. The Church of England liturgical book of the Seasons reminds us that

Decorating the church

Decorating the church.
via @stmaryhornseyrise on Instagram

The characteristic note of Advent is…expectation rather than penitence

then dryly understates

The anticipation of Christmas under commercial pressure has also made it harder to sustain the appropriate sense of alert watchfulness.

We as a staff team at St Mary’s Hornsey Rise try to sustain our alert watchfulness daily at Morning Prayer. There, the lectionary draws from the prophets and the readings speak of the yet-to-come. But the reality is, with Morning Prayer completed, we start work in a church building that has been decorated and ready for Christmas for some time. We fuel ourselves with coffee and leftover festive snacks, and switch gears.

The pressure is not only commercial. It is also practical. We will welcome many guests during the coming weeks. They will have expectations.

Who is this King of glory?
From Psalm 24

After Morning Prayer, our other task begins. The day gives way to school visits requiring us to retell the Nativity story. We host dozens of local school children and get everyone involved. We use coloured pens, Duplo bricks and a giant star made of tinfoil.

Decorating angels heralding a message of peace.

Decorating angels heralding a message of peace.

Building the Nativity scene out of Duplo.

Building the Nativity scene out of Duplo.

Follow the star.

Follow the star.
via @stmaryhornseyrise on Instagram

We hotfoot it up the hill to the local primary school to host our stand at their Christmas fair, distributing hot chocolate and flyers about our family church events.

Hot chocolate outreach.

Hot chocolate outreach with colleagues.

By the middle of the month we are preoccupied. We assemble Santa’s Grotto in the church hall and come together to write the script for the Christmas Eve Nativity.

Santa in his grotto at the Christmas fair.

Santa in his grotto at the Christmas fair.
via @stmaryhornseyrise on Instagram.

Our morning prayers become petitions for energy for ourselves as church workers. By this point we are flagging with the demands of the season.

We are unprepared for the coming of your Son

I have noticed a pattern. I am always a wreck at this time of year. I find Advent disconcerting. The cause, I think, is this splitting – between alert watchfulness and the already-here; a season of preparation in which I am required to be already prepared.

The Right Reverend Dr Guli Francis-Dehqani, Bishop of Chelmsford, speaks of the liminality of Advent in The Times. She writes

Advent is a call to rejoice in the space of overlapping truths and realities, as we hold both the darkness of the world before Christ and the joyous light of His coming and salvation.

I find it hard to hold onto any space at all with a schedule this packed.

Fitting in some bellringing during Advent.

Fitting in some bellringing during Advent.

In early December we turn the church into a cinema and screen The Muppet Christmas Carol, serving hotdogs and popcorn.

A week before Christmas it unexpectedly fell to me to help prepare Christmas lunch for forty people. The Vicar left instructions, and departed to lead a funeral, with the rest of the staff team in tow. The deceased was a member of the church community whom I had never met; he was held before God. That day the overlapping truths and realities came sharply into focus. During the celebratory all-staff, all-volunteers, all-who-wants-one Christmas feast, we raised a toast to the deceased. Thanks to God for and from everyone. And presents for all.

Christmas presents for all.

Christmas presents for all.
via @stmaryhornseyrise on Instagram.

Discernment process update

During the summer, I completed multiple rounds of paperwork and meetings. I seem to have gotten through those stages just fine as in autumn I was assigned to a group with other candidates in the same situation. This group, led by two clergy, involved discussing different aspects of our experiences, faith and calling. The group sessions had two purposes: for candidates to become more comfortable talking about these topics, and to make sure we know what it is we are in for.

My astonishing takeaway from the group sessions is that despite my experience of calling having been sudden and my having been following Jesus for only a few years, in a group of other candidates I do not stand out as naive nor inexperienced. An immersive approach has paid off: working and worshipping in a number of churches since 2023 has given me a range of experiences to draw upon.

The group stage is complete. In the New Year I will be matched with a clergy person for some 1:1 meetings and ongoing discernment. In due course I will prepare for the first of two rounds of assessments.

See you next year.

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Have We Had Enough of Experts?

Recently, my Cambridge colleagues Diane Coyle and Michael Kenny from the Bennett School of Public Policy took to the pages of Nature to write a cautionary Comment about the role of science and scientists in public policy. They are critical of those scientists who don’t pay attention to how to interact with policy-makers effectively, as opposed to simply baldly stating their views, data and/or evidence. Scientists must recognize, they say,

‘that the importance of science is not self-evident, and that part of the blame for the erosion of trust in science lies with scientists themselves.’

They go on to say:

‘In public policy, solutions to the problems society faces are rarely, if ever, purely technical. People’s values and interests often conflict, and scientific studies do not always provide direct answers to the questions that politicians and officials must grapple with, such as how to reduce crime rates or respond to a disease outbreak.’

There is nothing like working with policy-makers to ram this message home. As the saying goes ‘scientists advise and policy-makers decide’. Chairing science advisory committees, previously for DCMS and now for the Department for Education, clearly demonstrates to me any evidence that a scientist can bring to the table, however useful, correct and possibly even self-evident, can only inform. Many other factors, from ministerial direction to electoral acceptance, not to mention the fundamental issue of money, will need to be taken into account before any decision is made. But if we want the community of scientists to appreciate this, what action – other than writing in Nature – should be taken? If you are a PhD student, you may well be led to believe your thesis, all those results and the paper(s) you submit (and even see published) are the end of the story. In policy terms, that is not so.

Diane and Mike write of ‘science’ in the broadest sense (covered much more effectively by the German word Wissenschaft, as opposed to Naturwissenschaft; English does not have such a neat distinction), and I can really only talk as a ‘hard’ scientist, a natural philosopher if you like, not a social scientist, or indeed an engineer. But, although the details may vary, the basic issue is the same. Where, in training the scientists of tomorrow, do we introduce the idea that pure fact will not be sufficient to drive a policy. As it happens, a conversation with the head of Cambridge’s Institute for Manufacturing, Tim Minshall (he of the wonderful book, Your Life  is Manufactured), made very much the same point in a different context: the need to ensure a PhD thesis (from his field) considers not just the evidence, but  what impact it can and will have on (e.g) supply chains, scale-up or necessary skills.

In my field, the last chapter of a thesis is, typically, ‘suggestions for further work’. That covers no more than all those things the student might have wanted to do had they had another year or two of funding or the equipment had worked better, or indeed they had access to some other equipment. It would not typically address why the results had any bearing on our lives, potential government policy or saving money in production of some material. In my field, we don’t usually teach that stuff, but perhaps we should.

Turning briefly to a younger age group, the recent schools’ Curriculum and Assessment Review, with its mantra of ‘evolution not revolution’ remains wedded to standard assessments that focus on disciplinary facts, but does acknowledge there are other topics that need to be addressed, if not examined, within schools. One of these is climate change and sustainability – which one hopes has to cross disciplinary boundaries in the teaching – but a lot of material is to be crammed into (non-examinable) lessons in Citizenship and RSHE (Relationships and Sex Education, where issues around misogyny and toxic masculinity are likely to be touched upon, although I’ve already heard from some this is unlikely to be particularly productive).

In other words, in schools, some social issues will be taught but outside the main examinable curriculum, unless subject teachers find a way to bring them in. Should our university science departments be doing more of the same? It is obvious many, if not all, universities are running around trying to work out how to handle AI education and AI in education and assessment. But does every student get formally exposed to discussions around sustainability, for instance? I’m not sure they do. We don’t expect our students to be au fait with the environmental  challenges of extracting enough lithium from under the earth’s surface (be it from the Atacama Desert or China, which provoke different ecological issues) for the batteries we want for the energy transition, or to worry about the supply of rare-earth metals needed for our phones coming from fragile African states. As a physical scientist, all that is likely to be taught is how these components work.

Too often, we only teach facts that can be examined, not the issues that underlie those facts. We are unlikely to teach students to think about how to weigh up the pros and cons of the environmental plusses of moving towards a green economy reducing carbon emissions compared with the damage mining may do to a region. I’m aware many people reading this may think, well my department does, or that there is a specific ‘green energy’ module, but I fear too few actually discuss this wider context. Yet this is the context in which policy makers live, in which they have to weigh up pros and cons of any decision. These specific examples obviously come from the physical sciences, but one could raise the same sorts of questions in the life sciences.

Diane and Mike consider the impact of the growing polarisation of our society due to increasing inequality, the crude distinction between the haves and have-nots. They question whether the decisions – indeed the evidence – that ‘elite’ scientists seek and produce is, in itself, influenced by their status and not relevant to the more disadvantaged and that they may not listen to their views. That what counts as ‘evidence’ may need to be broadened to factor in what people know but which cannot easily be measured and quantified as well as their ‘tacit knowledge’. This is not a new idea (for instance, to give an early example, Brian Wynne has written a lot about this in the context of sheep farmers and the after effects of the Chernobyl disaster), but it is sadly easy to forget in many situations, although it won’t apply in all.

If we, as scientists, want our work to have impact in the way our society operates – be it about the mass take-up of vaccinations or achieving a just green energy transition – we all have work to do to think harder about how we communicate and contextualise what we do, and indeed which questions we ask. Every field will have different challenges in achieving this and it is not to say ‘pure’ curiosity driven research has no place. In our teaching, in our communications to the public (as opposed to within our own communities) we should remember the plea from Coyle and Kenney. We can each do our own bit to remind the wider world they really haven’t had enough of experts.

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Practice and Experience

It seems appropriate in this 250th anniversary year of Jane Austen’s birth to use a quote from Pride and Prejudice to kickstart this post. ‘If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.’ says Lady Catherine de Bourgh. The idea that one is naturally talented and would have been brilliant if only one had put in the time is a very attractive one. The idea that, if one started learning something, great things would have transpired; yes we can all see the attraction of that. But nothing happens without effort and, although – in the case of music that Lady Catherine was referring to – some of us may have larger hands or longer fingers making certain chords easier than for the average member of the public – the reality is, one will never be proficient let alone brilliant without putting in the hours.

I am rediscovering the tedium of practice as I attempt to pick up my piano playing 50+ years after I last had a lesson. And, as I only had lessons for two or three years, I was never much good anyhow. However, it is part of trying to rediscover the things that used to give me joy before science completely took over my life. I’ve written before about the piano I originally learned on, which is now far away so my granddaughters can learn to play on it. Currently I’m renting an e-piano to see if my elderly limbs can cope with the stretches required to play octaves and so on, given I’ve had problems with one of my wrists since teenage years.

However, the point of this post, is not to wax lyrical about musical recreation, but to remember that nothing comes easily. I’ve never forgotten the moment I realised that, just because I had a first-class degree from Cambridge, it didn’t actually mean I knew very much about Physics at all. It is easy to think that passing an exam or ticking off some other milestone means you’re transformed from novice to expert in a moment. Life – and knowledge – sadly does not work like that. Nothing can be accomplished without putting in the hours, and you never know whether the challenge is one that you are mentally or physically capable of mastering until you try. Think of all the aspiring ballet dancers who, regardless of talent, were turned away from a career because they were too tall or heavy; they were not ‘suited’. But we all have brains or bodies that work better in some directions than others. Why I could never remember the basic facts, let alone the intricacies of NMR and MRI, I never fathomed. But despite reading the topic up multiple times (I seemed to be asked to examine an inordinate number of PhD theses involving the technique), the facts always failed to stick. No doubt something fundamental in my brain wiring, or perhaps merely a lack of real application.

However, being an expert takes multiple forms. I worry that, when it comes to our schools, we are still cramming our children with facts – because these are the easiest to test in, say, a GCSE – rather than teaching them how to use the facts in unfamiliar situations, which will largely be what the world of work for them requires. We know children will have easy access to ‘facts’ (as well as misinformation) on the web, and be likely to use LLMs, whether or not they have a good sense of how to get the most out of them and spot a hallucination when they see it. The Royal Society wants to see a very different emphasis on mathematical, digital and data education in our schools – for all, not just for those who wish to pursue a more formal route into computing or mathematics – and to help students with AI literacy, again for all students. The skills the next generation need are not simply about memorising facts, and both what is taught and how it is examined need to be kept up to date. The recent Curriculum and Assessment Review had surprisingly little to say about the actual assessments themselves, so we are likely to see little transformation from what strikes me as the Victorian ideal of knowing and testing facts, to using them wisely.

Knowing how to approach problems, where to go for the necessary facts – even knowing which are the necessary facts – are a crucial part of solving anything, but remembering their details may not be the important thing. Knowing which questions to ask, without necessarily being particularly expert in a field, is a great skill. I expect most of us have encountered the professor (I knew at least a couple) who would appear to snooze through a seminar and then ask the killer question. Often prefaced with the humble ‘I may have missed this’ or ‘perhaps I misunderstood’, but usually leaving the speaker looking a bit foolish. Maybe there was an implicit assumption lurking underneath the analysis that the professor has spotted. Maybe they see an analogy with another field where they are expert and feel that the speaker has missed a trick by not looking there for understanding. Knowing what questions to ask is a skill every bit as important as knowing the facts that can easily be tracked down. Do we teach our students – of whatever age – enough about this? Are we moving on from regurgitating facts to knowing how to use and manipulate data?

As a scientist I believe I am capable of critical thinking, which this is one aspect of, as well as be creative, both skills the arts and humanities folk sometimes seem to want to claim as if they are a race apart from scientists. We all need these skills, although obviously creativity may manifest itself in different ways across the disciplines. Memorising and reproducing the second law of thermodynamics (to replicate CP Snow’s arguments) or knowing how to use Excel can indeed be demonstrated by a simple and easily marked test. But mastering more subtle skills of expertise, for instance to carry out analysis in an unfamiliar situation, is more challenging. Like a musical instrument, it takes time, practice and experience.

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Paranoid Android

I hate AI (or to be exact, LLMs).

There, I said it.

In the day job, that’s not really something I’m allowed to say. It’s supposed to be making our tasks quicker (it doesn’t), and our deliverables more accurate (it really doesn’t).

But even if it were to do those things, and to my satisfaction—and truth be told, in future it might—I’d still hate it.

A carpenter will use a hammer, or a saw, or a Hoffmann MU3 Manual Dovetail Routing Machine, but the carpenter will still be the creator. He (or she) will still be the artist, and you will pay him (or her) for their vision and execution.

Writing in general (or designing or concepting a booth or forming a strategy or translating an NEJM paper into understandable slides), and Medical Communication specifically, may, in time, be something that a machine might be able to do more quickly, more accurately and more compliantly than my colleagues could ever do.

But what would be the point?

What would be the point?

My day job is about human-to-human communication. So is my hobby. And if I don’t feel that I am making that human contact—even if it is to sell a drug—then I ask again, what is the point?

I may as well get a machine to read a book for me. Or write a poem for me. Or cook dinner for my family. Or drink a glass of wine for me.

Oh it’s just a tool, they say. Look how cars made horses redundant. Look at the Hoffmann MU3 Manual Dovetail Routing Machine.

Yes, a tool. But not one that takes away something at the core of your soul—your ability to create.

(And don’t even get me started on thinking.)

So I want to promise you that nothing I write on this blog, nor any of my poems, nor my books if I ever fucking finish writing one, and not even my professional output will be created by an LLM.

Fitter? Maybe. Happier? Maybe.

More productive?

Fuck that.

 

 

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What Voice?

It is more than 40 years since the American psychologist Carol Gilligan wrote her book, In a Different Voice, challenging the view that women were morally less developed than men, pointing out this difference arose because the schema had been developed from studies on (white) males. According to Gilligan’s analysis, women are more centred around caring whereas men prioritise justice. It has been criticised as reinforcing stereotypes and treating ‘women’ (and ‘men’) as homogeneous, regardless of other characteristics such as ethnicity, age or socio-economic status. It also begs the question – present in so many of these debates around gender issues – of whether there is an innate biological difference or simply the way we bring up our children that creates this difference. It is the nature versus nurture debate once more.

When I first read it, maybe 15 years ago, the book certainly resonated with me in terms of how I viewed my life and my place in it. It isn’t clear to me that, in a situation like this, the origin of any difference in the way men and women approach problems (one of Gilligan’s earliest studies was around attitudes to abortion) is relevant. What matters is that, in many situations, women and men may approach or envisage problems differently. In talks I give about women in STEM, I cite the word clouds Let Toys be Toys produced about toys for children. Those toys marketed at boys (specifically 4-8 year olds) stress words like ‘battle’ and ‘power’, whereas girls were directed towards ‘magic’ and ‘glitter’, with ‘beautiful’ being another oft-appearing word thrown in. It is hard to imagine children don’t receive messages from these words, at least at some subliminal level.

Historically, of course, women ‘knew their place’, and in the science community that meant that a rare woman had to tread carefully if she was to be heard and not shunned. Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle, eschewed such actions, and therefore got tarred with labels such as Mad Madge, and more comments about her dress, when she visited the Royal Society in 1667, than her thinking (which Samuel Pepys swiftly dismissed: ’nor did I hear her say anything that was worth hearing’) . Caroline Herschel was much more careful, even – or perhaps particularly – when writing to the secretary of the Royal Society to inform him she had discovered a new comet (the first of seven she laid claim to). As she put it

‘In consequence of the Friendship I know to exist between you and my brother I venture to trouble you in his absence with the following imperfect account of a comet..’ ,

a suitably modest way of daring to break into what was then solely a male preserve, and invoking her famous, if absent, brother to demonstrate her credentials. It is a very self-effacing introduction, while equally being forthright about the claim she is making, even without her brother looking over her shoulder.

We may have got beyond the need for women to be quite so modest, but nevertheless most successful women know they always have a fine line to walk between being seen as assertive and aggressive, between bigging oneself up and being seen as a threat to the establishment, primarily male, or coming across as overtly ambitious (not a trait that is seen as attractive in most women). But this difference in approach manifests itself in many ways.

Take Nobel Prize winner Jennifer Doudna writing in the introduction to Venki Ramakrishnan’s 2018 book Gene Machine. This is a book in which he discusses his life and how he succeeded in unravelling the structure of the ribosome, the work for which he won the Nobel Prize, rushing along in order to beat others chasing the same prize. She says ‘the story is one of professional dilemmas, the serendipity of discovery and the deeply human nature of research, in which personalities play a central role.’ These sentences stress the interpersonal challenges everyone faces and the book discusses how they were tackled. In contrast, journalist Roger Highfield is quoted as saying of the book ‘this exhilarating account of the race to understand the molecular machine …..’ conjuring up an image of competition and individualism. Back to battle and power of the boy’s toy’s ads for Roger. Of course, both descriptions are right, but the emphasis is very different between them. Whether their different takes on identically the same book (and person) reflect nature or nurture isn’t the point. The fact is, what they see as the key takeaways are very different. An illustrative single data point to ponder.

I believe a key challenge for our (western) society, in science or other professions, is that the presumption remains that the male norm is the norm. Increasingly backwards-facing attitudes to DEI initiatives will not help this change.  How many young female scientists still feel a need to be understated, if not positively self-effacing, in case the males around them have their egos upset because the women are being ‘unwomanly’? How many of the men notice and try to encourage the women, rather than stamp on them? Clearly, stereotypes being the dangerous things they are, some women will be the ones doing the stamping and some men doing all they can to encourage the women. So, yes, ‘not all men’ believe in the importance of battle and power in our laboratories – or offices, or law chambers or wherever. But nevertheless, quite a few.

The question of ‘what voice’ should a woman use, however, to be most persuasive or most successful remains. Having had a supportive colleague once ask me if I’d thought of having voice coaching lessons to lower my voice (think Maggie Thatcher), in some senses I mean literally ‘what voice’ as well as what words to use. But there is also the of ‘what voice’ in terms of what sits centre stage: it could be a change from an  active to a  passive voice in the narrative, but it could also be a change in the dynamics of the narrative from – as the Doudna/Highfield example shows – one reflecting people to one reflecting power or control. Unfortunately, unless we change the subtle cues children receive from everything (including advertisements, but also all kinds of media) and everyone (parents, teachers and peers) around them, this delicate dance that women often feel obliged to execute will have to continue. It can be very exhausting.

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What I Read In November

Mick Herron: Real Tigers, Spook Street, London Rules, Joe Country, Slough House, Bad Actors, Clown Town Following on from Slow Horses and Dead Lions (both reviewed last month) these novels — which should be read (or listened to) in that order — follow the misfortunes of the variously damaged and inept spies exiled from MI5 to the sin bin that is Slough House, in the hope that they’ll quit and so won’t be able to claim redundancy pay. The presiding genius is the intellectually brilliant if personally revolting Jackson Lamb who, despite everything, always looks after ‘his Joes’. Although the Slow Horses are meant to be confined to their desks where they are engaged in pointless and Sisyphean tasks, they inevitably get caught up in wider plots and intrigues often involving the opportunist politician Peter Judd and the scheming head girl spy Diana Taverner. The writing has its longueurs but the action makes up for it. The plots are clever but forgettable, but you’ll read this for the characters: the whole sequence (which might yet carry on) is less a series of stand-alone thrillers than a soap opera. People come and go. They die, and are occasionally resurrected. And so the world turns. I’m addicted.

Ron Chernow: Alexander Hamilton I’d read this before but turned to it again after seeing the eponymous stage show by Lin-Manuel Miranda, who read the book and turned it into a musical theatre performance. You might have heard of it. And what a subject! If Alexander Hamilton’s story weren’t true you’d never have believed it: born into penniless illegitimacy in the tropical hellhole that was the slave-worked British West Indies, his early life was so obscure that nobody really knows when he was born (though it was most likely 1757). Misfortune stacked upon misfortune until, impressed by his early literary skills, people passed the hat round to send him to New York for a proper education. Once there he hit the ground running, and if his origins were unpropitious, after landfall he seemed to be in all the right places at all the right times. He fought in the American Revolution, became George Washington’s aide-de-camp, and the first Secretary to the Treasury in the infant United States. A genius for organisational structure and a monumental capacity for work, he defended the US Constitution in The Federalist Papers; created the U. S. Treasury out of nothing, and with financial structures that were way ahead of their time, used debt-financing to turn thirteen bankrupt and fractious colonies into a united, prosperous and powerful nation. At the same time he fell prey to America’s first sex scandal (he was blackmailed after falling headfirst into a honey trap). He made enemies, too — the Civil War, and the polarisation in the United States today, can arguably be traced to the falling-out between the self-made and opinionated Hamilton, who favoured strong central government, and the aristocratic and more reserved Thomas Jefferson, who preferred a more devolved association of independent states. Hamilton was killed in his forties in a duel with longtime political rival Aaron Burr, which meant that, unlike all the other Founding Fathers, he wasn’t allowed to grow old and polish his legacy. But what a life he’d led before that. Chernow’s book is thoroughly researched but as stirring and juicily readable as Miranda’s musical has catchy tunes.

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