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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Eigenschaften ohne Männer


I am at present engaged in gnawing away at a novel that everyone praises but few actually read, at least not all the way through.  It is Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften (vol. I: 1930; vol. II: 1932) by Robert Musil, better known to  algolagniacs  as the author of Die Verwirrungen des Zöglings Törleß (1906).   It’s the sort of book that you (and by “you” I mean, that tiny segment of humanity that is the sole intended audience of this blog) -- that you always mean to read, it’s on your list, along with A la recherche du temps perdu and other hefty, worthy tomes, but you keep putting it off, and putting it off;  until one day  there comes a knuckly knock on the door, and there he stands, The Reaper, with his hollow skull and even hollower grin;  and your jaw drops and you stammer “B-but - but - but … I haven’t yet had time to read Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften !  Just give me another year!”
Then slowly, slowly, Death shakes his head:  “I haven’t yet got around to it either;  and I have all the time in the world -- this world and the next.”

The enigmatic title of this novel (“The Man Without Qualities”/”L’Homme sans propriétés”) is part of its media appeal:  though in truth, it would seem a more promising premise for a sketch.   To labor through over a thousand dense pages concerning an individual who lacks … qualities (characteristics, traits), recalls the Monty Python skit about the “Invisible Man” (“O….ver…. heeerrrrrre, … Dave …..”)

It is one of the few major novels whose protagonist is presented as being a mathematician.    Now, mathematicians are (if you please) god-like beings;  yet with very few exceptions (Galois,  Erdös ..) they do not lead colorful lives.  The man who settled Fermat’s Last Theorem, for instance, Andrew Wiles, is … um …. ahh… actually, I cannot think of a predicate -- he just is.   As a group, they are less given to florid personalities than, say, theoretical physicists:  one labors in vain to recall a figure so publically obstreperous as Murray Gell-Mann or Wolfgang “What Professor Einstein says is not so stupid” Pauli.   (Well okay, Grothendieck;  but he is extra-terrestrial.)  You might say:   A mathematician swims so deeply in the realm of ideas (qualities of transcendent reality) that he has no time for foibles of his own.

And this particular médaille has an appropriate revers -- its mathematical dual, we might  posit.  For:  Mathematical properties might well be described as Eigenschaften ohne Männer, since  in their essence  they are independent of whatever species happens to perceive them (or whether they are perceived at all, here below).  
Nay more:  Though a Platonist, I readily concede that mathematical “objects” could be described as dingsda ohne Eigenschaften, since individually they have neither heft nor taste, but only patterns linking them:  the patterns are primary, the ‘objects’ are but nodes.

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[Notice to obligate anglophones]
Obligate anglophones, like obligate anaerobes, are severely stenotopic.  Nevertheless, we at the World of Dr Justice  have a heart  as big as all outdoors, and solicitously cater to one and all, however severe their disability;  and accordingly bring you the good news  that Musil's massive work  has been expertly re-translated by Sophie Wilkins and Burton Pike (available from Knopf  for the low-low price of sixty dollars).    Some German writers, like Christian Morgenstern or Karl Kraus, are halt unübersetzbar; but Musil manages to fall within the subtle toils of this fine translation-team.

[Even so, a stab at translating Morgenstern  here.]


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(Update 12 III 14) Listening to a bit of “Fresh Air” re the movie “Grand Budapest Hotel”, sent me back to reading that other MittelEuropa-phile work by an American, Jonathan Franzen’s The Kraus Project.  Slowly taking in each sentence.  The work has been superbly translated, and is very dense -- though its depth does not match its density.  And I’ll have to revise that halt unübersetzbar:  Franzen and his German collaborators have done a splendid job. More here.

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Consult as well:  der Bube ohne Eigenschaften


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Monday, June 11, 2012

On Truth and Beauty (Golden Oldies)

Here, for you to treasure as you sit with your loved-ones around a fire (well okay, it’s summer -- As you nurse some G&Ts)  are the very first two posts on WDJ -- The essays that began it all.
(These are still in their original locations as well.  Click if you want to read the Comments:

Update:  In the first essay below, I said admiring things about an article by Jonah Lehrer.
Just today, ALDaily links to a review of Lehrer's new book Imagine, that absolutely savages it -- basically calls it (in the metaphor often used on this site) Science Porn:
http://www.tnr.com/article/books-and-arts/magazine/103912/bob-dylan-jonah-lehrer-creativity

U B the judge.


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I Don't Do Divorce Cases
Murphy on the Mount.
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Truth Decay


I’m currently reading The Shape of Inner Space, by Shing-Tung Yau -- the Yau of Calabi-Yau, which lies at the heart of string theory.    Unlike Smolin’s The Trouble with Physics, let alone Woit's Not Even Wrong, the author is not out to debunk the theory in any way, especially as he was one of its mathematical progenitors:  nor to puff it, like Brian Greene, since  unlike those contentious authors, Yau is not a physicist by trade, but a pure geometer.  But towards the end of the book, he is led to exclaim: 

Given that much of string theory now hinges on compactifications of Calabi-Yau manifolds, which have these moduli with their associated massless scalar fields  and particles that don’t appear to exist, is string theory itself doomed?

And he quotes physicist Burton Richter against those quasi-nihilistic latitudinarians who have (as a recourse of despair) embraced “the landscape” (short version:  Anything Goes):

To them the reductionist voyage that has taken physics so far has come to an end.  Since that is what they believe, I can’t understand why they don’t take up something else -- macramé, for example.

There have, throughout history, been repeated instances of premature prophecying of “the End of Physics”:  but  there   the idea was that we were close to having solved everything;  never, that physics might one day become permanently stuck.



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It was with these passages ringing in my mind, that I picked up Jonah Lehrer’s essay in the current issue of The New Yorker:  “The Truth Wears Off”.   I won’t summarize it -- it is brilliantly written, go read it -- but merely comment that the widespread scientific predicament there depicted -- in physics and biology and psychology and beyond -- seems even worse that the slightly softened interpretation that the author tries to present as a possible explanation or compromise.   Neither “happenstance” nor unconscious bias  can explain the range of what is supposedly going on.  E.g. the researcher who repeatedly failed to replicate his own results, not for want of trying, should  if anyone  have been prey to such bias.

[Cultural comment, to be developed if anyone’s interested:  the scientific standing of Rhine’s experiments in ESP.
-- Indeed, this just in:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/06/science/06esp.html?ref=global-home&pagewanted=print  ]
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As Pauli wrote to Kronig in 1925:
"At the moment, physics is again terribly confused.  In any case, it is difficult for me, and I wish I had been a movie comedian or something of the sort, and had never heard of physics."
Or Edward Harrison in 1975, saying that endless expansion "would make the whole universe meaningless.  If that were true, I would quit, and spend my life raising roses." 
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There is a thread, a thought, that links these observations;  but  once again -- Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen.
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The Shape of Inner Space is something of an intellectual autobiography, in addition to an overview of Calabi-Yau.  And quite an engagingly modest one, as these things go.   By the end of it, you have a comfortable familiarity with the author, and are full of friendly feelings.

Immediately after finishing it, I happened to re-skim George Szpiro’s equally well-written volume, Poincaré’s Prize , and was startled to see that the sinister puppet-master depicted in the chapter “The Gang of Four, Plus Two”, is none other than Shing-Tung Yau.  When I originally read the book, the name meant nothing to me; but now… it was like rounding the corner, and encountering your own cousin brandishing a knife.

Now… in the grander scheme of things, so what;  we all have our faults.  But this account of academic rivalries  gibed with my surprise at searching Shape’s index for the name of Woit or Smolin, and not finding them.  Whatever their merits or demerits, these are popular recent book-length treatments of string-theory, and one might expect that Yau would reply to them, if only to rake them over the coals.  But only towards the end of his book  does he mention theirs, in briefest passing:  and then, without uttering their names (as one might be forced to allude to Mein Kampf, but draw the line at penning the name of its author).

Yau does, however, offer a kind of reply, as he demonstrates, pretty convincingly, that String Theory, the beneficiary of much math, has in turn created, and inspired, solid math in its own right, which will survive independently of whether the particular universe of our own sojourn  happens to embody the physics.   Indeed, the fact that Ed Witten received a Fields Medal, rather than a Nobel Prize for Physics, pretty much demonstrates that.


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Addendum:
Pauli was not alone in his lament.   Schrödinger to Bohr, 1926:
If we are going to stick to this damn quantum-jumping, then I regret that I ever had anything to do with quantum theory.

And Einstein in 1924, re the idea of renouncing strict causality:
I would rather be a cobbler, or even an employee in a gambling house, than a physicist.

This is rather a rarified kind of job-dissatisfaction.  It is as though a carpenter, towards the end of a long and successful career, were to cry out, “Had I known that wood is mere cellulose, rather than a habitation for dryads,  I would have preferred to have been anything -- a plumber or a physicist -- rather than this!”

But the phenomenon does exist.  The author in which I found those two quotes -- J. C. Polkinghorne, The Quantum World (1984), p. 53 -- after a distinguished career as a particle physicist, resigned his chair, and became a vicar in a country parish in Kent.  It was from this Father-Brown-like living that he published his popular little volume with Princeton University Press.
Similar instances could be cited, notably Alexander Grothendieck.  (Motif: “Goodbye to All That.”)
 
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Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty—NOT

In science and mathematics, theism is a prophylactic (against narrow empiricism), but not a guide (so far as I know).   It is thus to be contrasted with Beauty (the capitalization is here sarcastic), which some scientists, and all popular science writers, have contended  may legitimately guide physical research.  But it is a slippery cicerone of a guide.   Few more beautiful notions have been put forth  than Kepler’s structuring of the solar system upon the quintet of Platonic solids.  For that matter, circular orbits may seem prettier than bulgy ones;  and the vision of the planets being chivvied along on these  by attendant angels, like the blowing winds at the four corners of medieval maps, is charming.  The successors to these pleasing pictures  have their own, more austere, beauty:  but only in hindsight, or to their inventors.  At any given stage, our aesthetics are too underdeveloped to be trusted to guide us aright.

Scientists have indeed sometimes had Beauty in mind, at some point, during their pursuit of an intriguing hypothesis.  The cases in which the hypothesis proved correct, are the ones we hear about.  No-one pens a memoir boasting how the pursuit of pure Beauty led him into a scientific dead end.

But the reason for the prevalence of paeans to Beauty in popular science writing  probably owes less to the former class of experience, than to mere expediency.  The man on the omnibus  figures he knows a bit of Beauty when he spots some, just don’t bother him with a lot of messy maths.   Kekulé  dreams of the Ouroboros, and next thing you know  has figured out the carbon ring.  A cinch!  So the author can flatter such readers’ fancy, while sparing them brain-crunching labor, doling out little toy versions of Black Holes, String Theory, or what have you.

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It must be allowed that physicists do sometimes speak in such terms, even when talking quietly among themselves, rather than attempting to stun the public into goggle-eyed Gawsh-Paw stupefaction.   Here is one instance, deliberately cited from a textbook aimed at physics majors, rather than from public lectures or popularizations:

R. Adler, M. Bazin & M. Schiffer, Introduction to General Relativity (1965), p. vii, 1:
Since there are numerous works available which deal with the general theory of relativity, some of them masterful and even classical, it seems necessary to explain the specific intention of the present book.  … Our principal aim has been to show the close interaction of mathematical and physical ideas, and to give the reader a feeling for the necessity and beauty of the laws of general relativity. … General relativity … represents a fusion of mechanics and the theory of gravitation, on the one hand, and of geometry, on the other.  The combination … will result in great formal beauty and mathematical elegance.

(“Elegance” in particular  is a favorite mathematician’s word, less gushy than “beauty”.)


Steven Weinberg, Dreams of a Final Theory (1992), p. 6:

When it turns out that mathematically beautiful ideas are actually relevant to the real world, we get the feeling that there is something behind the blackboard, some deeper truth foreshadowing a final theory that makes our ideas turn out so well.

That Platonic thought is congenial, but let’s look closer at this epithet “beauty”. 
For the actual discoverer, such a frisson is no doubt felt. Platonic Forms get good reviews, from those who have been privileged to glimpse them.  And these essays have tended to a Realist view of these Forms (in tune with a background assumption of theism).  But that much leaves open, where and whether and to what extent these Forms may manifest themselves in the actual rough and tumble of this world.   Our life here below is littered with broken symmetries and broken hearts.

Weinberg is a particularly stellar theoretical physicist, and thus equipped to say such things if anyone is.   But note that scientists who talk like that  tend to be mathematicians or physicists, not chemists or stock-breeders.  (Or syntacticians, for that matter.  Despite the increasingly abstract and structured nature of one well-known line of inquiry, its proponents have never been guilty of marketing it for its “beauty”.)  And the pulchritude alluded to tends to be the clarity of the blackboard, not the messiness of the lab.

In the face of testimony such as that quoted, beware too the selection effect:  What makes it onto the printed page are Winner’s Narratives.  Basking in his Nobel, the lionized scientist allows as how “I gazed on Beauty bare, and she did spread for me  the doors of Truth”, much as the (perhaps accidentally) successful investor will wink and share his Winning Formula ("Always go with your gut" or whatever).  Meanwhile there have been a great many first-rank scientists who thought they had a truly beautiful idea, but you don’t hear about it, because it didn’t pan out (Lord Kelvin with his vortices in the ether, Karl Pearson with his ether squirts).

Aestheticism in general is not notably congenial to the scientific enterprise.  That same Keats who perpetrated the (too-)oft-quoted jingle “Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty” (adding, in a slogan worthy of Big Brother, “That’s all you know, and all you need to know”) once proposed a toast “to the confusion of Newton” for having explained the rainbow (all this, one imagines, shortly before his cortex melted into a syphilitic soup, the effect of having embraced one beauty too many in Drury Lane).
           
There is some potentially valid content to this “beauty” motif:  basically, the focus on structure rather than number, clean architecture rather than the kludge.  (Though if Nature herself prove a kludge, as maintained by the Landscape physicists, we’re out of luck.)  Whether the deeper understanding we may thus arrive at is best described as “beautiful” rather than “sexy” rather than “chilling” rather than “scrumptious” rather than “word, dude!”, is unimportant.  The practical reason for all this “beauty” talk  is that it sells books.  And the reason for that is a matter of bad faith:  John Q. Public (commendably) approaches the altar of science, presided over by a handful of high priests; but then his strength fails him; will this be hard, like calculus? and at once comes the coo of reassurance:  “Nooooooo,  wee  ah-rin thee land of byooooooty, all yooo have too doo is feeeeeeel”…  Yeh, right.  That is the attitude which plastered Weinberg’s perfectly clear and level-headed book with the gooey title, “Dreams….”  (presumably that was whelped by some gnome in marketing, not by the author himself).

If string theory should eventually turn out to have been a dead end for physics, then the mathematical Beauty that  for so many years  mesmerized its devotees  may be said to be that of the Sirens.

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[Further notes]
Cf.  Daniel Silver, “Knot Theory’s Odd Origins”, in American Scientist, March 2006, ironically imagining the mental state of  Peter Tait and Lord Kelvin as they put forth their theory that “chemical elements were knotted tubes of ether”:

No cumbersome hypotheses would be needed to explain chemical properties;  they were a result of topology.  It was simple and beautiful -- it had to be true.

A healthier attitude, cited by George Szpiro Poincaré’s Prize (2007), re the reception of G. Perelman’s proposed proof of the conjecture:

They both found the papers  beguiling in their beauty.  But somebody needed to check the nuts and bolts.

 
Arthur Koestler, The Act of Creation (1964), p. 213:
All through his life  Kepler hoped to proved that the motion of the planets round the sun obeyed certain musical laws, the harmonies of the spheres. … Kepler never discovered that he was the victim of a delusion.


Arthur Koestler, The Act of Creation (1964), p.330:
False inspirations and freak theories  are as abundant in the history of science  as bad works of art.

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Hadamard is an adherent of the beauty criterion, at least for math, and at least for the practice of math (rather than as a criterion of truth for the results):

These examples are a sufficient answer to Wallas’s doubt on the value of the sense of beauty as a “drive” for discovery.  On the contrary, in our mathematical field, it seems to be almost the only useful one.
-- Jacques Hadamard, The Psychology of Invention in the Mathematical Field (1945), p. 130


The English mathematician Hardy  in effect goes further, since he privileges beauty, not only as a motivation for mathematical praxis, but for the results themselves:

 Beauty is the first test:  there is no permanent place in the world  for ugly mathematics.
-- G.H. Hardy, A Mathematician’s Apology (1940)


[Update]  From Freeman Dyson’s review of a new biography of Paul Dirac (The New York Review of Books, 25 Feb 2010):

The doctrine of mathematical beauty  is itself beautiful,  and there is no doubt that Direc believed it to be true.  But it does not agree well with the historical facts.  During the wonder years when he was making his great discoveries, his thinking was more concerned with practical details  and less with abstract beauty.  And during the long second half of Dirac’s life, when he was preaching the doctrine of mathematical beauty, it did not lead him to important new discoveries.


For more, here (ere I die):



Monday, December 26, 2011

Adventures in Algebraic Geometry


The closest I ever came -- and that  unwittingly -- to a brush with algebraic geometry,   was in freshman calculus.  (This was back in the ‘sixties -- before your time.)  The instructor was Robin Hartshorne, a young and winsome elf of a man.  He was an engaging lecturer, teaching from  or at least in parallel to  a beguiling text (Spivak’s Calculus, so utterly different in spirit from the dry Thomas treatise that had repelled me in high school to the point of dropping the class);  moreover he was -- now that I think back on it -- the first deeply intelligent teacher I’d ever had (though there were to be others -- notably Gleason):  up through high school, there had been no hint that such creatures even existed.
Still, he wore his learning lightly, like his tweeds.  The class was fun.  Particularly endearing -- though also startling, at the time -- was one day in the second semester, when he was presenting the topic of definite integrals -- painful but necessary, rather like a rectal exam.   He was chalking away, when all at once he seized up, staring in bemusement at the blackboard;  then turned to us with a sheepish grin.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these,” he said.

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Now -- if the anecdote stopped there, it would be just one more ultimately stupid instance of Genius Porn :   the populace cooing contentedly when told that Einstein flunked grade-school math,  or that Gauss was late to learn to speak, or that Erdös tried to cut a grapefruit with a butter-knife  (which indeed he did, though it was a craftily calculated move).   These falsely flatter our vanity.  They are the opposite of a much better genre of joke, which you need a bit of math to actually understand, such as the one about von Neumann and the summation of infinite series.
For the incident, trivial until viewed in the light of later developments, did  there and then  plant the seed of doubt and wonder, as I sat theretofore clueless in the second row.   His being momentarily at a loss  struck me  at the time  as quite surprising, almost inexplicable:  as though a test-pilot, stepping from his aircraft into his roadster, were to stare at the ignition and say, “Remind me how to start one of these.”

Had I continued with a chemistry major as originally planned (well, originally-originally an English major, until I realized, with chill horror, the error of my ways), and thus retreated or perhaps advanced  depending on how you look at it, into ever-more-technical intricacies  and mechanical practicalities, the significance of that incident would never have become apparent.  But as it was, Hartshorne’s class (and Spivak’s sparkle) were instrumental in turning me towards a concentration in pure mathematics -- which was the only kind of mathematics they really taught at Harvard (golden memories of that climate of abstraction here), and eventually towards having a go at Berkeley towards a Ph.D.   Accordingly I was to be introduced to as-yet-unsuspected levels of intellectual depth, such that each, compared with the one before (I speak loosely;  they are basically incomparable), is as the definite integral to 2 + 2:  rising like the serried ranks of angels.  And though I myself never progressed beyond the level of the cherubim, it was sufficient to glimpse that empyrean wherein, indeed, you might forget the particular monkey-tricks used to solve thorny individual definite integrals (basically you just memorize these, storing them for reference like tools in a toolkit, unless you’re Euler or von Neumann, in which case you re-derive them instantly from scratch, or simply perform a brute-force numerical calculation in your head).

As each glowing level is added, the one below  becomes obsolete ...
Moreover, the tired old cart-horse of the calculus was, it turns out, very far from the centers of Hartshorne’s research interests, which are almost unimaginably abstract.   In that pokey little classroom in Massachusetts, he was really only on loan to us from Sagittarius, having once studied with Grothendieck, a confirmed extraterrestrial.  It was bruited about that he had something to do with something called projective geometry;  but only much later was I to learn that he is one of the pioneers of …

sheaf theory

… a topic so ferociously abstract, that even to define what sheaves are  is utterly beyond me.  (Wikipedia doesn’t even try, observing that “their correct definition is rather technical”.)  Nay, wert thou to gaze upon this theory naked -- not even to speak, not even to breathe of its further generalizations in topos theory -- ‘twould make thine eyes, like stars, to start from their spheres, and thine each particular hair -- nay more, thou wouldst  in sooth  explode in flames,  as did dame Semele,  when  all unheeding she beheld,   unveiled,  great Zeus in all his lightning !
 


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As so often when some movement of math has been seen streaking off westwards  out into the void, presumably never to been seen again by mortal man, it reappears shining in the east, reborn in some applicable form -- thus suggesting, you will notice, that the global topology of the noösphere is toroidal.  In the present case, algebraic topology has come to be crucial in such applications as: string theory (via its prior discovery of Calabi-Yau manifolds), coding theory,  cryptography and steganography -- which means that the juicy bits are probably highly classified.
And this raises the interesting paradox, which Epimenides would have relished, whether someone like Hartshorne is Cleared for the contents of his own head.

Robin Hartshorne as seen in a recent spectral image.  Since the old days, he seems to have sprouted quite a bundle of fibres over his base-space.
 

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I recently happened upon an essay by the usually abstruse Samuel Eilenberg (of Eilenberg-and-Steenrod notoriety), written for a collection sponsored by the Office of Naval Research.  In deference, perhaps, to the needs of our seamen, Professor Eilenberg permits himself some observations and analogies   that lie within the reach of the common folk.  Thus:

The analogy between sheaves and covering spaces  is very close.
-- Samuel Eilenberg, “Algebraic Topology”, in: T. L. Saaty, ed.  Lectures on Modern Mathematics, vol. I (1963), p. 110

Bingo !  Covering-spaces I get.  Of course, I don’t actually see the analogy, but at least it’s a comfort, knowing that there is one.


[Update, Thanksgiving 2014]   Edward Frenkel, noticing my perplexity, kindly sent in this explanation:

Coverings and sheaves are related. And it's not just an analogy. A covering space is an example of a sheaf (the simplest example): It is a sheaf of finite sets (provided that the covering is finite).

Namely, given a covering p: C --> X of a manifold X, and given an open subset U of X, the set of sections of of the corresponding sheaf over U is just p^{-1}(U) [the preimage of U in C under p]. Note that the stalk of this sheaf over a point x of X is just the fiber over x [the set of points in C, which project down onto x under p; p^{-1}(x)].

The covering gives us a way to "glue" these fibers together (indeed, set-theoretically, C is the union of these fibers -- but it's more than that, because C is a manifold, just like X; so C is not a "disjoint" union of these fibers, they are really "glued" together in a particular way).

The simplest covering space is the trivial one: a union of N copies of X, each mapping identically to X under p.

Here is a non-trivial example: let X be a circle. Now take the Moebius strip in which this circle is the circle "in the middle." Take the "edge" of the strip -- this will be your C. Notice that for each point in your original circle X, there are two points in C. But C is NOT the union of two circles (which would be the trivial double covering). In fact, C is just ONE circle, covering another circle (our X) in a non-trivial fashion.

A general sheaf is very similar. The difference is that the fibers could be infinite, or they could be vector spaces, etc. But the idea is the same.


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We earlier discussed  the memoir Souvenirs d’Apprentissage, by a pioneer of algebraic geometry, André Weil.   Avid for more, we got hold of a copy of the memoir Random Curves (2008), by a contemporary algebraic geometer,  Neal Koblitz, well known to anyone with an interest in Elliptic Curve Cryptography. (It came in via InterLibrary Loan -- interestingly, the lending institution turned out to be the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis.    Compare the publishing venue of the Eilenberg article referenced immediately above.  We salute the broad interests of our midshipmen!)

Both authors have a wide range of interests and experience outside of mathematics;  both engaged in extensive foreign travel;  and it is of this that they principally write:  the reader will enjoy these accounts for their own sake, but we set down the volumes with a twinge of disappointment, that we are no closer to insight about algebraic geometry than we were before.  However, one biographical detail did strikingly stand out.  Both authors took a principled stand against unjust wars:  and this, not simply by penning valiant Letters to the Editor from the safety of their studies, but by a brave and almost reckless defiance while actually serving in the armies of their respective countries:  actions that could easily have led to their injury or even death, and which did actually lead to their imprisonment (and, in Koblitz’s case, to a severe beating).  But what is truly remarkable is that, in both cases, they used their time in the slammer far more profitably, mathematically, than most of us  use ours  even in the best of circumstances.   It was there that Weil did his seminal work, and there that Koblitz returned in concentrated form to the practice of algebra which he had largely abandoned during two years of political turmoil.

Intrigued, I wrote to the latter author, inquiring whether, from the standpoint of Kolmogorov-style measure-theoretical probability theory, we may validly generalize from this sample of two (2);  and he was kind enough to reply:

I love generalizations based on small samples.  I'm sure a lot of algebraic geometry was nursed at the Indiantown Gap army stockade!

Thus encouraged, I here make bold to speculate about the martial philosophy of Robin Hartshorne.  I know nothing of his politics, but truly cannot imagine the man wielding an M-16.   Or a flyswatter, for that matter.   Were a mayfly to venture into his office, Hartshorne would no doubt observe the pattern of its flight (musing all the while on the brevity of this earthly life) and calculate whether that trajectory describes an elliptic curve. -- Which, come to think of it, it just well might.   Many mathematical treasures remain to be unearthed in the field of biology!  (For a few of these, see the fine book by Ian Stewart, Life’s Other Secret.)

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A rather huffy response to modern algebraic geometry, which it is a pleasure to reproduce  mainly because I do not understand the subject, and which suggests (like the characterization of Category Theory back when I was in college, as “the higher macramé”) that (as with these new-fangled things called “computers”) I am perhaps not missing much:

Attempts to extend the geometry of second-order surfaces  and the algebra of quadratic forms  to objects of higher degrees  quickly leads to  the detritus of algebraic geometry, with its discouraging hierarchy of complicated degeneracies, and answers that can be computed only theoretically.
-- Vladimir I. Arnold, Lectures on Partial Differential Equations (Russian edition 1997; English translation 2004), Preface.

Harumph!  Hear hear!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Categories for the Working Mom


The time has come (the walrus said) to talk of many things:
of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax; of cabbages, and kings.
            -- “The Walrus and the Carpenter”

Logician Lewis Carroll’s implication was, of course, that any such conversation would be absurdly desultory.  Nothing connects those topics.  Yet let us briefly consider in what ways topics – categories of objects, natural classes of things – may be connected.

[Note:  the following will be funnier, and perhaps more revealing, if you have a smattering of acquaintance with Category theory:
It will be more telling still if you personally know some mathematicians.  If you do not, simply check into Hilbert’s Hotel, and scout out the lobby. ]

We shall, in the manner of mathematicians, and for our own amusement, print the names of our categories  boldface.  Thus, consider:  Orange; Grapefruit; Banana.  Each is a natural kind – indeed, a species.  The first two group naturally as members of a larger category, Citrus; adding Banana requires instead considering these three as merely instances of Fruit.  Now try to add Bowling-ball.  It spoils everything.  There are functionally defined sets that contain all these, but they have much less interesting structure.  Yet, if we group only Orange, Grapefruit, and Bowling-Ball, we once again have something interesting, Balls.  (Banana, having been rudely voted off the island, might wander off and hook up similarly with Football.)

The field of biology is rich with such systematically related natural kinds.  Their study is called taxonomy or systematics.  There are even morphisms of a sort within this theory, whereby, for instance, a man’s arm, a bat’s wing, and a whale’s flipper are said to be homologous; the bat’s wing and the butterfly’s wing are not homologous but merely analogous.  You might say, they correspond functionally but not functorially.

Such systematics is possible because of Evolution.  Mathematical objects, by contrast, exist eternal and unchanging in Platonic heaven; they do not come presystematized.  It is not obvious to the novice, and was obvious to almost no-one prior to the 19th century, that there could be any interesting systematics involving all of them.  Upon initial acquaintance, the class of Sets, of Abelian Groups, of Differentiable Manifolds, of Knots, and what have you, may seem as various as the catalogue of the walrus.

But just for fun, let’s take three categories of things, chosen pretty much at random, and see if there is anything at all to say about their relations.

Ducks;  Refrigerators; Topologists.

(Indulge me here.  No animals were harmed in the filming of this fantasy.)

Pretty clearly we’re not going to get very far if we get too fine-grained.  We must take no notice of such things as: Having feathers; Having a handle; Having a tendency to stare off into space.  But let us daydream a bit.

For Ducks (I have mallards in mind), we find, for example (free-associating):

(I) Modes of operation:  Dabbling is the default.  Flying may or may not be necessary.  Waddling is worst-case:  a waddling duck is not at his finest.

(II) Sexual dimorphism:  Marked.

(III) Phonation/vocalization:  the quack.

(IV) Growth, at two different logical levels:
     (A) Individual: There is  a well-defined life cycle, from the egg to the watery grave.  Essentially isomorphic across individuals (no real correlation with (II), for example.  The cycles are moreover connected (by procreation), and the whole thing has the overall topology of a directed set, of cofinality 2 (Adam Drake and Eve Duck).
     (B) Group:  At the flock or species level, the numbers may go up or down with time.  There is nothing nearly so structured or interesting to say as in (A).

(V) Purpose:
     (A) Individual:  Each duck is so constituted internally as to be purposive, pursuing its own ends – to eat, to mate, to quack, to dabble, to swim, to fly.  These are essentially identical across individuals (with a very slight behavioral proviso in the case of mating, which parallels the division in (II)).
     (B) Group:  There are two ways of looking at the collectivity; and now it makes a difference, as it essentially did not in (IV B).
          (1) Flock: The purposes in (A) continue to make sense at the flock level, in a merely derivative way; additionally, some more flock-level behavior comes in, like migration.
          (2) Species:  Again, there is more than one way of considering this; and the result is radically different in kind from those in (A) and (B) – being, for one thing, quite unconscious.
               (2a) Traditional view:  Each species has a rung on the Great Chain of Being, and is part of God’s plan.
               (2b) Post-Darwinian synthesis:  The sort of things discussed in The Selfish Gene.


Okay now, Refrigerators.   If you were considering them on their own, without reference to our project, you would of course come up with quite a different list of noteworthy features.  For instance, unlike the case with Computer Chips or Unmanned Drones, there is no premium at all on miniaturization:  The watermelon still has to fit in the fridge.  This characteristic is shared by Refrigerators and Passenger Aircraft, but let’s not go there.  Instead, let’s just compare the checklist of the Ducks.


(I) Modes of operation: On (default).  Off may or may not be part of its cycle.  Worst-case: Broken.   – A faint analogy to Ducks I.

(II) Sexual dimorphism:  Absent.  (If you disagree with this assessment, you need help.)

(III) Phonation/vocalization:  Well, it hums when it’s on, so you might call it that.  But there is decidedly no homology with duck phonation, and barely even analogy.

(IV) Growth: None.

(V) Purpose:  Well, they do have a purpose – to keep food cool – but it’s not they that have it.  The purpose is externally imposed – we create refrigerators to serve our purpose.  It is interesting to note this difference in itself; it wasn’t an idea that had occurred to me before in such sharp form.  But that doesn’t mean there is any interesting cross-category morphism.  At best, there’s a kind of analogy to Ducks V B 2a.


Okay, so far disappointing.  Now let’s look at Topologists.

(I) Modes of operation: No discretely identifiable modes.

(II) Sexual dimorphism:  Absent.

That is to say:  There are both male and female topologists, considered as People; but this difference is entirely irrelevant quâ members of the present Category, Topologists.  Men and women might actually tend to have somewhat different thinking styles in their chosen subject-matter, just as blind topologists might; but that is structurally as irrelevant to Topologists, as the fact that male topologists tend to weigh more, or that Contemplative Topologists tend to weigh next to nothing.

(III) Phonation/vocalization:  It may be present or absent.  Communication with other individuals in the category may be oral or written.  A subclass, the order of Contemplative Topologists, live in trees and never speak to anyone.  Some interesting correlations with Trappist Monks, but we won’t go there.


So, still no interesting similarities across our categories; and yet the nature of the contrast between Ducks II and Topologists II is rather engaging.  And we probably wouldn’t have happened upon quite this thought, but for our quixotic experiment.

(IV) Growth: 
     (A) Individual: There is growth (in topological insight, as your career matures).  It is no longer isomorphic across individuals, though there are some similarities (you almost always know more with time, and there tends to be a certain continuity in terms of your subspecialties, though occasionally some pioneer with make a radical break, or even found a new subspecialty).  As for the topology of the whole set of growth-curves, there is a slight resemblance to Ducks IV A, except that now, instead of each individual bearing the offspring-of relation  to precisely two other individuals  in an all-or-nothing way, now each individual may bear an intellectual-offspring relation to indefinitely many individuals, and in varying degrees; morever, unlike the case in Ducks, both individuals P and Q may bear the relation to each other.  There might even be a very few individuals in the order of  Contemplative Topologists, who bear this relation to no-one, having acquired their initial insights directly from God (think Ramanujan).
     (B) Group:  There is an uninterestingly similar growth at the ‘flock’ level, as the profession thrives or withers. There is a kind of growth at the ‘species’ level: that is to say, in the field of Topology itself, pursuit of which defines membership in Topologists.  No homology with Ducks IV B (pace Richard Dawkins and his stupid “memes”).

And finally:

(V) Purpose
     (A)  Individual:  Entirely analogous to Ducks V A.  That is to say: mutatis mutandis.  The actual behaviors are entirely different, but at least analogous if not homologous.  So, of course, once again, the fact that many topologists (considered as People) want to mate (though no-one in Contemplative Topologists does) is structurally irrelevant to this category. Purposes here include: Prove theorems; understand stuff; etc.
     (B) Group:  At the ‘flock’ level it is similar to Ducks V B 1 – again in an uninteresting way.  At the ‘species’ level – topology itself – although the field is by now largely internally motivated – la topologie pour la topologie, having outgrown its role as handmaiden to analysis – there is nonetheless a certain degree of external purposing, as requirements arise in other sciences.  Thus Poincaré’s topological approach to the three-body problem, which turned out to be definitive, and beyond physics as such.  There is ebb and flow – topology sent another pseudopod in the direction of physics, by finally rigorously deriving the behavior of pendula – previous derivations had involved a fair amount of handwaving, as physics almost always does.  But this time (as Ivar Ekeland remarks, in The Best of All Possible Worlds), the physicists didn’t much care.  They knew empirically what pendula did, and don’t care for real rigor beyond a certain point.
     There might even be a kind of vague analogue to Refrigerators V and  Ducks V B 2a  Namely:  the sum total of possible topological truth is Out There, in Platonic heaven, undiscovered by ourselves.  But the routes we shall wind up taking are in part conditioned by their existence, external to ourselves.  The analogy would be to mountain-climbers inhabiting a misty land of limited visibility.  Their general purpose remains the same, and internal:  to climb mountains.  But which mountains they will climb, and the kinds of mountains, and the kind of climbing techniques they will need to come up with, are largely externally determined.  It could even, in principle, be externally purposed: God populates the planet with a graded series of ever-craggier peaks, arranged in concentric circles, to train the mountaineers and lure them on…


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So, where are we.  We have not really come up with any interesting “functors” (structurally sound relations) across these categories; although, oddly, what began almost as a satirical exercise  did lead to noticing some features one otherwise might not have.  There is some utility, to contemplating topologists sub specie anatum and vice versa, if only to pass the time while waiting for a bus.  But such musings aside, it is obvious that, if there existed a body of theory that actually illuminated all these categories and more in new ways, bringing out previously unsuspected analogies among them, and in the process actually contributing concrete new content to Ornithology, Appliance Tech, and (Sociology, Philosophy of Science, who knows), that would be spectacular.

And that is what, for the objects of mathematics, Category Theory proposes to do.  At the outset, this might seem an unlikely enterprise.  Mathematical objects exist eternally, independently of ourselves, transcendentally; but our knowledge of same is partial, historical, contingent, and in various ways defective.  Some of the structures-as-we-conceive-them  are historically offshoots of others, some popped up in all sorts of unrelated ways.  Why should there be a general Theory of Everything?  The notion that some theory could peer down from above, like a Fatlander inspecting the innards of the denizens of Flatland, from a level more “meta” than metamathematics (which is mostly just proof theory), is astonishing.

And indeed, apparently we do not yet have such a theory. Saunders MacLane (one of the impressarios of Category Theory) puts it thus:

Categories and functors are everywhere in topology and in parts of algebra, but they do not as yet relate very well to most of analysis. … There is as yet no simple and adequate way of conceptually organizing all of mathematics.
[Mathematics:  Form and Function (1986), p. 407]

In other words:  So far there is no way at all.  (It’s not as though we have a way that is adequate but not simple.)
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One reason  you might think that such a project could eventually succeed  is that the big story of mathematics over the past fifty to a hundred years is in the growth in density of reticulation among the various fields, quite apart from the increased internal richness of each field in itself.  What were initially far-flung enterprises  turn out to be able to take in one another’s washing.  It is not clear, however, that such mutual assistance pacts must be functorial, part of a single overarching theory, rather than being analogous (not homologous, of course) to, say,  increased cooperation among nations, as they discover the value of low tariffs, outsourcing, academic exchange programs, etc., and are served by new connective technologies (jet planes, the Internet).  The phenomenon is real, and hugely important – as important as, and in some ways even similar to, the invention of the Internet, since it has managed, against all odds, to halt and reverse what had otherwise seemed certain, namely increasing hyperspecialization and fragmentation into Fachidiotie.  True, hyperspecialization is still often required:  witness algebraic geometers, who speak a language known only to dolphins.  Nevertheless, said magicians may from time to time come up with a result that turns out to be just what the number theorist needed.   (Or the cryptographer:  in which case said geometer  mysteriously disappears.)  So: real, and important, but perhaps only superficially similar to the kind of interconnections that are the province of Category Theory. 
            I say “perhaps”, because I have no idea, since I don’t understand Category Theory.  Perhaps  on the contrary  all such fruitful cross-connections are at bottom functorial. And if this is the case (not saying it is, mind),  then conceivably (I mention this merely as a logical possibility) this circumstance in turn derives from the (as it might be) fact, that all mathematical structures are siblings, owing their origin to:   the one Father.  (Praise Him.)

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Category Theory was sired by homological algebra out of algebraic topology.  As the name suggests, algebraic topology connects the (ab initio quite disparate) fields of point-set topology with algebra.  But in fact  such a connection, of geometry (the predecessor of topology) with algebra, has occurred, not once, but several times.  Each time it has been fruitful in quite different ways; and this fact in itself suggests the potential fruitfulness of cross-categorial connections generally.

Geometry in its infancy was literally geo-metry – measuring out fields and furrows upon the earth.  Such a state of the art did not lend itself to anything cross-categorial, being itself not even a true category yet, but just a bag of tricks.   (See our fable of the humble woodchuck, in “Constructivist Angelology”.) Once it had become formalized – and indeed axiomatized – as Euclidean geometry, it had reached a stage of sufficient richness that it could be further enriched, not merely quantitatively, by proving still more theorems, but qualitatively, by its transfer into algebra.  This was accomplished by Descartes and others, in the field of analytic geometry; and it qualifies as a Hegelian Aufhebung or sublation, the field being simultaneously preserved (all the theorems still hold) and transformed beyond recognition (the mental world of its algebraic reconceptualization  being galaxies apart from that of Euclid).

And for a while, that was as far as you could go, until geometry itself took a qualitative leap forward, with the development of non-Euclidean geometries.  Once that momentous step had been taken (and really, the history of mathematics is so sweepingly orchestral, that the annals of empires are by comparison but so much chaff) – once geometry had become geometries, it was in a position to receive yet another wholesale transmogrification thanks to algebra, this time by Felix Klein and his followers in the Erlangen program.  Here group theory was used to enrich and systematize Geometry (for the discipline thus regimented once again deserved -- by its unity and depth -- the dignity of the singular, and we shall capitalize it as well) in ways previously undreamt-of.

Now one more turn of the dialectic.  Once again, the field itself – the field that grew almost literally out of the fields, where Adam dolve and oxen plowed – underwent a qualitative self-transformative inner enrichment, as Geometry, with its shapes and metrics, gave birth to Topology, where now metric spaces are but a special case, as Euclidean space is but a special case of metric spaces.  And once that triumph had arrived, the result was sufficiently sprawling that it once again needed to be systematized with new tools.  Whence Algebraic Topology.

A parallel narrative, in miniature, could be spun for the evolution from such knots as Odysseus tied on his ships, to today’s heavily algebraized Knot Theory.

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Almost have I managed to re-whet my appetite, and give CTh yet another try.  Yet somehow all previous encounters have yielded nothing but dismay.  Thus, the least enjoyable math book I have ever read is Sze-Tsen Hu’s Elements of Modern Algebra (1965) – and this despite the fact that one of the series editors (for Holden-Day) was Andrew Gleason, my favorite math teacher ever, and at antipodes from this bloodless book -- the great Gleason, always genial and brimming with toothsome examples.  (It was in his undergraduate course on group theory that I became acquainted with the art of Escher.)  This Hu is a heavy hitter in homotopy, and no doubt knows his stuff, but his book feels like if-it’s-Tuesday-this-must-be-graded-algebras.   Structure after structure is introduced without motivation or exemplification, and related in all sorts of impeccably “natural” ways  to other likewise unmotivated structures.  Diagrams commute, commute, commute, with the joylessness of draftees doing jumping-jacks.  If your eyes glazed over at semigroups, you’ll go legally blind at semigroupoids.  Suicide begins to appear an attractive alternative.  This book is the night in which all algebraic structures are grey.

Compare the remark by the delightful Klaus Jänich (Topologie,  1980, translated as Topology, 1984; p. 123 of the latter):

Only with some hesitation do I introduce yet another topological concept: paracompactness.  There are so many such concepts!  An A is called B if for every C there is a D such that E holds – this is quite boring in the beginning.

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Now:  these last remarks would be unimportant  -- if a subject is boring, just ignore it, move on – save for one telling incident in undergraduate days.  Namely, when my then-classmate, comrade (later Professor) Kudla, unbosomed himself of the opinion, that Category Theory was the best invention since sliced bread, and was the light at the heart of Algebraic Topology. 

One would not have assumed so – even assuming the self-sufficient magnificence of CTh.  For:  compare the role of math in, say, the vocational training program you go through to become an electrician.   It crops up, though not centrally, nor often.  A guy could be really good with wiring, and have an intuitive feel for circuits, be manually dextrous, know how to get really great prices on parts, and have a sharp eye for things not up to Code, but be behindhand at mathematics, even find it irksome, and still be a terrific electrician. Of course, if he does happen to cotton on to math, he might find it useful, not only for electrician stuff, but for carpentry (the other day our son was discovering a trigonometric formula to handle some thorny problem involving beveled molding that must meet at a corner) and much else, though it’s not the main part of any of the vocations.
Thus, in Algebraic Topology, a functor (think:  a function with a Ph.D.)  takes you from Top to Group.  The functor is itself necessarily at a higher level of abstraction than either its domain or its codomain.  But, having ascended by its means, surely you can now throw away the ladder.  That is to say:  Once our friendly neighborhood functor has spit out the requisite homotopy groups or what have you, surely its work is done, and it is at liberty to fold up its tent, and (much like the Arab of proverb) steal silently away.  We concentrate on the resultant algebraic structures, which (we hope) are easier to calculate with  than are the topological spaces that spawned them (with the functors as midwife), and we forget the functor: just like that math stuff you met in Voc Tech, and promptly forgot.

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A curious sidelight.  Professor Kudla himself  replied to my earlier trifle on the subject, thus:

As it happens, I am reading some Grothendieck style algebraic
geometry lately, which involves a lot more category theory than my usual, rather more classical, fare.
His lectures from 1959-61 are still difficult (for me) to absorb.

Now, notice:  This, from a man, who  while still in his teens, supped on Category Theory with an ice-cream spoon; and who has since had a long, uninterrupted career as a professional mathematician.   Be further advised:  A similar confession would be made by almost every other living mathematician – those, that is (a distinct minority), who have ever even bothered to attempt to wrap their minds around the inimitable, nay ineffable Grothendieck.  Indeed, rumor has it, the only creature on this planet, ever to completely understand Grothendieck, is a certain Emperor penguin, who, as such, is unable to communicate his (or her; it’s hard to tell with penguins) understanding to ourselves.  And this, mind you, relative to writings almost half a century old; and that, please be aware, in a field evolving with such rapidity, as to compress the rise, decline, and fall of the Roman empire, into a single  summer  afternoon.
            All of which is merely to observe, that, compared with mathematics, in point of depth, breadth, and density, all other human endeavors are approximately homeomorphic to the sort of gunk that tends to build up beneath your toenails, unless you observe proper hygiene.  Which, in the (alas) absence of more substantive guidance after all this is said and done, you are hereby advised to do.

[Question to folks in the business:  Whence the abstruseness of Grothendieck?  Does it inhere in the subject-matter?  In his own quirky approach thereto?  In his style of exposition?  -- I have touched on similar matters in another essay, “On Scope and Difficulty”, reprinted here.]

Update:  I have at last found a book on category theory that is truly pedagogical: 
Lawvere & Schanuel, Conceptual Mathematics (1997).  
Had I known of this book at the time, I would probably not have written the above.