The telephone lay in pieces on George Cowan's office desk in the basement of Princeton's physics building. It was his first day as a graduate student in the fall of 1941. Down the hall, on the door of the cyclotron control room, a sign warned, 'Don't let Dick Feynman in. He takes tools.' On that day, the future Nobel Prize winner Richard Feynman needed a piece from his new officemate's phone, so he borrowed it without even introducing himself. Cowan's memoir is an engaging eyewitness account of how science works and how scientists, as human beings, work as well. In discussing his career in nuclear physics from the 1940s into the 1980s, Cowan weaves in intriguing anecdotes about a large cast of distinguished scientists - all related in his wry, self-deprecating manner. Besides his nearly forty-year career at Los Alamos National Laboratory, Cowan also helped establish banks in Los Alamos and Santa Fe, served as treasurer of the group that created the Santa Fe Opera, and in the late...

Под заказ:
	OZON.ru - 3244 руб.	Перейти

Рейтинг книги: 5 из 5, 4 голос(-ов).