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Fun with my betters
In 1996 or thereabouts, for reasons I do not remember, I did some browsing in the Harvard library among books by & about Henri Poincaré, an important French mathematician of the late 19th & early 20th centuries.  He participated in the ferment that led to the theory of relativity, and there is a fringe literature that maintains that Einstein (or his wife) plagiarized Poincaré.  Crackpots are sometimes right, and intellectual history is always complicated, but it seems that Poincaré fell just short of Einstein's dispensing with the luminiferous ether, and that what held him back was not lack of intelligence or knowledge, but of audacity.

Nosing around, I found other evidence that he was an intellectual Tory.  He rejected a lot of modern mathematics, beginning with Cantor's transfinite cardinals, on intuitionist grounds.  In one essay, he ridiculed an elementary logic text that gave, as an example, the alternation "x is rich or x is bald".  "Rich" & "bald", he maintained, are predicates that have no relation to each other; to couple them in the same alternation is a form of "mania".  That made me think of a woman who wanted a rich husband, but also had a thing about baldness (somehow, I even seemed to imagine her as French), saying "The man I marry must be rich or bald" --- inclusive "or", of course.  It is, it seems to me, a virtue of logic that it does not constrain what one might imagine.

Poincaré was an expert on nonEuclidean geometry, so you might have expected him to anticipate general as well as special relativity; but quite the contrary, he thought it unlikely that nonEuclidean geometry would have any application in physics.  Confronted with an experimental crisis, he said, one would always choose to modify the force laws rather than monkey with the kinematics on which so much else depends.  That was a smart remark, but not, it turned out, a wise one.

After all that, a wicked thought occurred to me:  "I'll bet that man was an antisemite."  So, over the years, I kept an eye open for anything he might have had to say about Jews (most likely, I supposed, some catty remark about Einstein).  I was rewarded in 2006 by extracting from the Web the news that during the Dreyfus affair (a notorious frameup, 1894-1906, of a Jewish army officer) he had testified on Dreyfus's behalf.  By now, one can find quite a bit about that.  The occasion is of interest to legal historians as an early, crude example of the forensic abuse of statistics.  It seems that a police chief involved in the accusation, in an attempt to prove that a certain forged document really was written by Dreyfus, had conducted an "analysis" of the frequencies of certain handwritten letter forms.  Its absurdity was widely noted, and the policeman did not require the services of a first-rate mathematician to make a fool of him; but Poincaré lent a hand, for what it was worth (nobody paid much attention that that particular "evidence" anyway).  So there you have it -- a furious, highly politicized trial, all the antisemites in France on one side, and Poincaré on the other.

A little while after, after lovemaking with a man of blessed memory, we talked about a lot of things as usual, and I mentioned my delight at exonerating Poincaré, and said that if he had actually been an antisemite, he would have been displaying a devotion to scholarly integrity that was rare among antisemites.  That whimsical reductio ad absurdum charmed my friend as well as me, and recalling the pillow talk just yesterday was consoling for a while.

But no!  I was bluffing, and (as usual) I was lucky.  I don't know much about antisemitism.  For all I know, there actually have been conscientious scholarly antisemites.  Germany might be a good place to look.  I am adept at that kind of knowingness without knowledge.  I can say everything I know while giving the impression that I know more.  In that way, I get a lot more fun out of life than I deserve.

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You might want to look at Umberto Eco's latest book. His fictitious Simone Simonini was raised by a grandfather who hated Jews and after several plot twists ended up forging both the Dreyfus letter and the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion. It is unlikely that the same hand forged both documents, and certainly that it was this figure, but SOMEBODY forged these documents, as Eco points out.

Re: The Prague Cemetary

And a *successful* forger, I dare say, might even have to be a conscientious scholar ("pretense must be more perfect than performance"). But those two forgeries were not successful except among crackpots.

I have never read any Eco. I'll have a look.

Did you know his famous conjecture was finally proven just a few years ago? It was big news in the math world. Perelman turned down a million-dollar prize for the proof.

Yes, I had heard about that, and it came up again in my browsings: I wouldn't mind having him in *my* zoo. %^)

There were an uncomfortable number of crackpots in France at that time. And Hitler in Mein Kampf expresses utter belief in the Protocols: but we knew HE was a crackpot.

This is actually not uncommon among scientists. Kronecker and Mach I believe resisted many of the advances in math. Despite his revolutionary theories, Einstein resisted quantum mechanics and Heisenberg uncertainty. Planck thought of quanta as a way to make the black-body problem come out; he never expected them to have real physical existence. And so on.

As to the Protocols; it would probably be a faster read to see the book on them by the late cartoonist Will Eisner. Eisner also wrote another graphic novel trying to rehabilitate Fagin from Oliver Twist.

You may or may not be able to get into the labyrinthian mind of Umberto Eco.

Today, browsing in Bertrand Russell's _Nightmares of Eminent Persons_, I noted that in "The Mathematician's Nightmare" the mathematician was a Professor Squarepunt. That reminded me of an anecdote that surfaced in my early researches on Poincare (how the hell do you put accents in a comment?): Little Henri's precocious mathematical interests included wondering about his family name. How, he asked, could a point, with no extension in space, have a shape, such as square? His father explained: The name meant poing-carre, not point-carre; their ancestor had a square *fist*. No doubt Russell was twitting Poincare, tho the pun "punt" seems rather feeble.

According to Quine (_Quiddities_ s.v. Language Reform), the g in "poing" was a pedantic 16th-century insertion. That brings the spelling closer.

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