Reviewing a book favourably tends to leave one with proprietary feelings towards it, which is why I was delighted to see James Gleick’s elegant The Information win the Royal Society Winton Prize for Science Books last night. Admittedly, Gleick is not an author who needs this sort of accolade to guarantee good sales, but neither did most of the other contenders, who included Steven Pinker, Brian Greene and Joshua Foer. Pinker’s entry, The Better Angels of Our Nature, was widely expected to win, and indeed it is the sort of book that should: bold, provocative and original. But Gleick probably stole the lead for his glorious prose, scarcely done justice by the judging panel’s description as having “verve and fizz.” For that, go to Foer.
Gleick has enjoyed international acclaim ever since his first book in 1987, Chaos, which introduced the world to the “butterfly effect”—now as much of a catchphrase for our unpredictable future as Malcolm Gladwell’s “tipping point.” Gleick’s style has since moved away from the genre-fiction potted portraits of scientists (“a tall, angular, and sandy-haired Texas native,” “a dapper, black-haired Californian transplanted from Argentina”), which soon became a cliché in the hands of lesser writers, and has matured into something approaching the magisterial.
And might that, perhaps, explain why five of the six finalists for this year’s prize were American? (The sixth, Lone Frank, is a Danis…