Caturday felids: Yodas!

August 10, 2010 • 8:10 am

What are the chances that there would be two four-eared cats, both named Yoda, in Illinois? There must be a Ceiling Cat!  Prompted by this week’s announcement of a four-eared cat in Russia, I did some sleuthing and found at least two others.  I should have expected, though that—the internet and people being what they are—there would be a whole webpage on four-eared felids, and sure enough there is.

Here’s the first Yoda, rescued from a Chicago bar by Ted and Valerie Rock:

Yoda has a pair of small secondary ears behind the main ones. Malformations like this can, of course, be due to either a mutation or a developmental anomaly.  The only way to distinguish these is through breeding experiments: mate Yoda to another cat and see if the trait appears in the offspring (a dominant gene) or only in later generations when the offspring are interbred (a recessive gene).  (Alternatively, if a Yoda’s littermates show the same anomaly, it’s almost certainly genetic.)  We don’t have this information for the gray Yoda.  Curiously, while the secondary ears are shaped normally, the main ones are rounded; perhaps these are pleiotropic effects of one of the many ear mutations known to occur in cats.  Yoda’s front ears resemble those seen in the American Curl bred, which result from a single dominant mutation.

Here’s Yoda with Valerie Rock:

While there appears to be some danger of deafness involved with the appearance of double ears, Yoda’s hearing seems normal.

Here’s Yoda number two:

Here the secondary ears also appear behind the main ones, but are reversed in direction.

You can see video of this second Yoda here.

And here’s the new one—Lutnik, who lives in a garage in Vladivostok.  Lutnik’s vestigial ears are in front of the main ears, and could represent a genetic/developmental event similar to that of Yoda #1, but with a different pair of ears exerting dominance in growth.

Giberson: Math works, ergo Jesus

August 10, 2010 • 5:48 am

Oh dear.  Like a sufferer who can’t stop worrying an aching tooth with his tongue, I can’t seem to leave Karl Giberson—or HuffPo—alone.  Over at the second, the first has just published an empirical justification for believing in God and for the happy coexistence of science and faith. It’s the old claim about the mysterious effectiveness of mathematics in helping us understand the world:

So why religion?

I want to offer, by way of a short parable, a partial explanation for the religious impulse and why so many of us are driven to embrace realities that go beyond what science can establish with clarity.

Giberson then tells a tale about how unexplained music coming from a dark, impenetrable abyss might lead one to faith.  To Giberson, mathematics is that music:

Nature on the surface is, to be sure, noisy and full of countless interesting things, from planets to people to protons. And we can note the varied flora and fauna of our existence and explain some it to our satisfaction. But as we apply our scientific knowledge to the world and drill down to the bedrock of our understanding, eliminating the noise and complexity of nature, we find something quite wondrous. At the end of the great hallway that takes us from the social sciences to the natural sciences, through biology and chemistry and ultimately to physics, we find ourselves at last in the presence of a most beautiful and unexplained symphony of mathematics. There is a grandeur that comes gradually into view as we get closer and closer to the foundations of our world. Across the dark abyss, this mathematics comes clearly into view, out of nowhere, explaining the world around us while remaining unexplained itself. . . .

The quest for the deepest understanding of the world does not compel all of us to ponder the origin of mathematics. Many of us don’t like math, have no idea what it means to say that “equations rule the world,” and are thus not awed by math. And the quest does not lead all of us who are awed by such mysteries into religion. But those that understand the eternal mystery best impulsively lean over the railing into the abyss because they know in their bones that there is something out there. Whether they encounter something depends on factors that elude many of their less imaginative peers. This is a deeply religious impulse: one that goes beyond science, but not one without motivation.

Let’s put aside the question of whether knowing something “in your bones” is really a good way to find stuff out, and deal briefly with the rest.

Mathematics is, of course, a logical system invented by humans, and so has to “work”. One could equally well ask, “Why does logic work?”  But if Giberson is asking, “Why does math help us understand the world?”, that seems equivalent to asking “Why does nature obey laws?”  One answer is that if it didn’t, we wouldn’t be here to ask the question.  But maybe I’m missing something. Yet consider this: if nature didn‘t obey laws, would we see that as evidence for no God?  Of course not! In fact, the temporary and local suspension of physical law is precisely what a miracle consists of, and miracles, of course, are evidence for God.  So when physical laws are obeyed, God’s working, and when they’re broken, God’s working too.  Perhaps there’s some intermediate degree of lawlessness that would convince the faithful that there is no God?

What really puzzles me about Giberson’s argument is not just his seamless transition from ignorance to God.   It’s his transition to the Christian God, complete with Jesus, virgin birth, Resurrection, and all the accoutrements.  (Giberson is an evangelical Christian.) Now why would math imply Jesus? Couldn’t it equally well imply Mohamed, or Brahma, or Xenu?  Giberson does not enlighten us.

Sometimes parody is better than argument, and Sam Harris does it so much better than I.  Here’s his response to a similar argument for God made by Dr. Kenneth Miller:  why does science work so well in helping us understand the world?

I have often wondered why walking works. Why is the world organized in such a way that we can walk upon it? And why should there be limits to our ability to move about in this way, like those imposed upon us at the highest altitudes? Indeed, I thought the subject fit for my doctoral dissertation, but was cruelly dissuaded by an unimaginative advisor. And yet, I think Miller’s question is deeper still. Clearly, men like Coyne and Dennett have averted their eyes from the answer—an answer that is plainly obvious to over ninety percent of their least educated neighbors. The universe is rationally intelligible because the God of Abraham has made it so. This God, who once showed an affinity for human sacrifice, and whose only direct communication with humanity (in the Holy Bible, through the agency of the Holy Spirit) betrays not the slightest trace of scientific understanding, nevertheless instilled in us the cognitive ability to subsequently understand this magnificent and terrifying cosmos in scientific terms. As to why science has been the greatest agent for the mitigation of religious belief the world has ever seen, and has been viewed as a threat by religious people in almost every context, this is a final mystery that defies human analysis. I have often thought that if God had wanted us to understand the difference between having good reasons for what one believes, and having bad ones, He would have made this difference intelligible to everyone.

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In a related HuffPo piece, Matt J. Rossano helpfully explains why it’s futile to look for scientific evidence of God’s existence.  Why? Because God set it up that way:

[The Christian God’s] laws are not the laws of physics. One believes in him and follows his laws out of love and gratitude, not because of being compelled by necessity. It’s my choice if I want to hate my neighbor. If I see a greater immediate gain from not doing unto others, then I should be able to do that and God can’t get in my way. But if God is like gravity, then I will suffer the consequences of breaking his laws just as surely as I’ll break my neck if I step off a cliff. Love of God is as meaningless as love of the inverse square law.

Luckily for everyone, scientific attempts to prove or disprove God are all doomed to failure. We live in exactly the world the thoughtful Christian would expect to find. For those who believe, hints of God are everywhere. But none are convincing. Faith remains a requirement and atheism remains an option. A God who values free will would set it up just that way.

It’s almost funny that Rossano, a psychology professor at Southeastern Louisiana University, can proffer such Panglossism as serious theology. (Cue call of the barred owl.)  Is there any possible world that wouldn’t be exactly what “thoughtful Christians would expect”?  I would have thought that a world that contained the Holocaust would be one, but apparently not.

Owlcam!

August 9, 2010 • 5:36 pm

If you’ve watched the national news, you’ve probably seen a piece about “the owl box,” the live feed of a pair of barn owls, McGee and Molly, and their two successive broods in a suburban California backyard. (Try here if the link above is busy, but be quiet: Molly’s sleeping.) Millions of people have watched this thing; at any given time there can be 10,000 pairs of eyes fixated on Molly and her offspring.

Isn’t that fantastic? It’s the best reality show of all.  Forget Snooki and her drunken, mass-marketed confreres in contrived encounters. Here is real drama played out in the wild (well, kind of the wild): a mother owl struggling to raise a buttload of chicks. Barn owls live a long time in captivity, but not so long in the wild—there are too many predators, too much disease, and too few nestholes and rodents.

Barn owls (Tyto alba) are beautiful.  They’re monogamous, too: McGee feeds Molly while she’s incubating the eggs, and it takes a lot of rodents to feed the brood.  They also show an unusual directional asymmetry: the right ear is usually bigger than the left (this probably helps them localize sounds, but the right-side dominance is almost certainly an accidental byproduct of an asymmetry mutation).

The huge interest in Molly and McGee gives me hope that people really do care about nature. Who woulda thought?

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention, in memory of my folks, that the owls’ names almost certainly came from the old radio show Fibber McGee and Molly, which ran for nearly a quarter century (1935-1959) and was a favorite of my dad. When I heard those names, I thought, “whoever named those birds are senior citizens.” And sure enough, they were.


Dreher: Hitchens’s success has blinded him to Jebus

August 9, 2010 • 10:01 am

It’s admirable that some religious people have come out supporting Christopher Hitchens in his battle with cancer, and even publicly admiring him for his erudition and talent.  It takes magnanimity to do that when you’re dealing with the world’s most vocal atheist.  But who I really despise are those religious people who start off by paying lip service to Hitchens’s accomplishments, and then chastise him for refusing, in his straits, to even consider accepting God.  One of these is Rod Dreher, who, at Templeton’s Big Questions Online site, rebukes Hitchens for being so close minded:

Hitchens is a proud man who has much to be proud about. He sees the humility that cancer is likely to impose on him as a trap for his mind — as something that may compel him to do something he wouldn’t do in his right mind. He’s right about that: it just might. What he’s wrong about is assuming that truths that suffering may yet reveal to him are bound to be lies. He should at least consider that the comfort he has been living in for all his life — a world of security, wealth, pleasure and fame that his considerable talents have earned him — might actually be deceiving him by concealing certain truths.

Now what could those “certain truths” be that are revealed only when you’re maddened with pain or stupefied by drugs? Dreher explains:

My aunt died from cancer 20 years ago or so. She was not a religiously observant woman. On her final day in the hospital, she was delirious with pain, and as my grandmother, who was with her, reported, claiming to see people from our town who had already died, visiting her. At one point near the very end, my poor aunt was shrieking with pain. A nurse, a black Protestant lady, rushed in, took her hand and said, “Julia! Julia! Jesus loves you and died for you. Do you accept him as your lord and savior?” (This was a Catholic hospital, so this behavior was acceptable). Julia answered in the affirmative. She then was quiet and at peace for a few minutes, then died. I believe her conversion was true, and effective, and that that nurse, whose name I never learned, was an angel of mercy.

He just can’t stop himself from wringing a bit of Jesus propaganda from Hitchens’s sufferings.  I’m not as free as P.Z. with the epithets, but in this case I have no compunction about calling Dreher a contemptible little worm.

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Oh, and if you’re over at the Big Questions site, and want to see apologetics at its squirming and laughable best, check out the piece by Mark Vernon (you may remember him as the apophatic writer of Holy Rabbit fame).  It’s his explanation, channeling John Polkinghorne, for why God might have used the wasteful and torturous process of natural selection to create the diversity of life. Hint: the world is groaning again!

And do remember that contributors to Big Questions Online are paid handsomely.

Dr. Dr. Dr. Pigliucci replies

August 9, 2010 • 5:14 am

Last week at Rationally Speaking, (Dr.)3 Massimo Pigliucci criticized my position that scientists who accept untested (or untestable) supernatural hypotheses as truth, while refusing to do so in their professional lives, are “philosophically inconsistent”.  Although Pigliucci did not explain how he sees this kind of consistency, he argued that I was philosophically naive, unqualified to comment about such matters without extensive philosophical training and, presumably, the relevant Ph.D.  I responded here, explaining again what I meant by philosophical consistency.  Last night, after five days of severe drubbing from his commenters, Pigliucci issued a terse response as a comment after my post.  I present it here without further response.

Massimo Pigliucci
Posted August 8, 2010 at 9:43 pm | Permalink (Edit)

My Dear Jerry,

in answer to your two proposed hypotheses to explain my “sweaty” behavior:

> 1. He doesn’t like me

I’ve met you exactly once. I have no personal opinion about you, so there is no reason to wine [sic] about imaginary personal dislikes.

> 2. He thinks I don’t know anything about philosophy and therefore I — and most other scientists — should shut up about it.

That’s exactly on the mark, unless you are willing to do your homework seriously. I’m sure you would say the same to anyone who started writing about speciation without knowing the basics, yes?

Four museums in three days

August 8, 2010 • 7:23 am

by Matthew Cobb

To paraphrase Chaucer:

“When August with his showers sweet has driven children to nag their parents to distraction, From every shire’s end of England they to museums wend, the holy blessed knowledge there to seek”

So, together with my family, I went to four museums in three days – two science museums and two natural history museums, one of each in Manchester and London.

First up was the Museum of Science and Industry (MOSI) in Manchester. Housed in early 19th buildings that were at the heart of the world’s first industrial city (including the world’s first passenger railway station), MOSI is currently undergoing a major refit. However, the steam hall still smelt of hot oil and steam (it contains original and  copies of steam locomotives and steam engines, several of which trundle out on the short stretch of track outside the hall), and although the kid’s Xperiment hands-on centre was closed, we saw a fascinating display of how you get from a cotton boll to calico, with half a dozen working machines being put through their paces. The commentaries were great, and spared us none of the awful details of the dangers and exploitation that were involved in creating vast wealth for a handful of Manchester’s capitalists (including, of course, the co-author of The Communist Manifesto, Friedrich Engels).

One of the many machines on display was this Jacquard Loom, built in the 1920s as a training machine. The Jacquard loom was invented in Lyon (France) at the beginning of the 19th centuy, and was programmable – the pattern it created was determined by punched holes on a string of cards (red arrow).

Then we went to London, where you can visit the Natural History Museum (NHM) and the Science Museum in a day – they are just around the corner from each other. The NHM building is justly renowned – it is an extraordinary mock-gothic structure designed by  Alfred Waterhouse, who also built the University and the Town Hall in Manchester. The inside of the building is lavishly decorated with animals and plants, including these panels on the ceiling:

The main hall contains a copy of a Diplodocus (aka Brontosaurus) skeleton [EDIT: THIS IS WRONG. SEE COMMENTS]. The tail used to be trailing along the floor; now it is stretched out above the vistors’ heads, whip-like.

Museum of Natural History. Picture from Wikipedia

At the top of the stairs there is a great statue of Darwin which, of course, I had to be photographed with (together with my daughters Lauren and Evie):

Something about the Diplodocus struck me, however: its feet. I had assumed that it would have that it had a foot like that of an elephant – in life it would have been very flat and fleshy. But it had whopping great claws that must have poked through . Why? To gain traction when running? Then why don’t elephants have this apparent adaptation?

Diplodocus foot
Elephant's foot. Taken from here.

The NHM also has a stegosaurid skeleton – a Huayangosaurus. For some reason, the back plates on this specimen have been placed in parallel, rather than staggered, as is generally the case in stegosaurid reconstructions. Of course, we have no idea how the plates were actually oriented, as I pointed out here some time ago. My apologies for the blurry quality – the Huayangosaurus moved as I took the photo.

I nipped into the NHM’s “Marine invertebrate” room, and was saddened that there were no salps (“tunicates” get mentioned in a caption,but that’s all) and even more surprised that there were no pycnogonids (although there was another marine chelicerate, a horseshoe “crab”).

We then went on to the Science Museum, of which there are no photos and which we found a bit of a let-down, to be honest. Although there were lots of aeroplanes and trains and steam engines, they were all very dead (no smell of hot oil here). And the Wellcome-funded wing of bioethics/human development (“Who Am I?“), while spiffy, was oddly soulless, and I did wonder what the girls had actually learned from the various computer games they played. Apart from the Apollo 10 capsule, MOSI was much more impressive.

Finally, yesterday, Evie and I visited (for the nth time), the Manchester Museum, also housed in a Waterhouse building (though sadly nowhere near as grand as the NHM). The Museum has a fantastic collection of Egyptian relics (my favourites are some children’s dolls from around 5,000 years ago), but also a great natural history collection, which the University’s zoology students are lucky enough to use in their courses.

Evie wanted to go to the fossils gallery which is dominated by a great cast of a male T. rex, called Stan. He has a couple of fancy neighbours:

Stan was apparently in quite a few tussles before he died. If you look carefully, you can see a small hole in the back of his skull (arrowed). This is a healed puncture wound, and is apparently the same size as a T. rex tooth…

My favourite reconstruction at the Museum, however, is this Anomalocaris, which is next to some beautiful Burgess Shale fossils:

Where can I buy one?


Another sweating professor: Egginton on free will (again)

August 8, 2010 • 6:57 am

This time I’m truly puzzled. Humanities professor William Egginton, whose New York Times column on free will I “deconstructed,” is back again with another column, responding to my comments and trying to explain what he meant by “free will” in the first place.

When you have to write a second column explaining what you meant in the first, you know you’re not writing well.  And indeed, Egginton, though a professor of German and Romances languages and literatures, is a pretty dire writer, wedded to academese.  (Maybe he writes better in German.)  But there are alternative explanations for his opacity: perhaps he doesn’t really understand what he’s saying in the first place, or maybe I’m just too dense to understand him (remember, I iz naive and philosophically unsophisticated).  At any rate, since Egginton claims that he has an airtight and simple explanation for why we truly do have free will, I’ve puzzled through his latest piece.  Perhaps readers can help me see what his explanation is. Let’s wade through his argument (I’ve omitted a lot of excess verbiage).

First, Egginton repeats his earlier claim that physical/biological determinism has nothing to do with whether we have free will.

To make a choice that in any sense could be considered “free,” we would have to claim that it was at some point unconstrained. But, the hard determinist would argue, there can never be any point at which a choice is unconstrained, because even if we exclude any and all obvious constraints, such as hunger or coercion, the chooser is constrained by (and this is Strawson’s “basic argument”) how he or she is at the time of the choosing, a sum total of effects over which he or she could never exercise causality.

What he means here—I think—is that if behavior is determined by the prior arrangement of atoms (the environment plus “how he or she is”), it seems that one can’t really make a choice that is free, that is, one that could by will overturn what has already been determined.  Seems fair enough to me.  But of course Egginton doesn’t see it that way.

This constraint of “how he or she is,” however, is pure fiction, a treatment of tangible reality as if it were decodable knowledge, requiring a kind of God’s eye perspective capable of knowing every instance and every possible interpretation of every aspect of a person’s history, culture, genes and general chemistry, to mention only a few variables. It refers to a reality that self-proclaimed rationalists and science advocates pay lip service to in their insistence on basing all claims on hard, tangible facts, but is in fact as elusive, as metaphysical and ultimately as incompatible with anything we could call human knowledge as would be a monotheistic religion’s understanding of God.

This is where Egginton seems to go off the rails.  He’s apparently claiming that because we don’t know all the variables, they aren’t playing a role in determining decisions.  (This is the same mistake Jerry Fodor makes when claiming that because scientists can’t figure out which traits are experiencing natural selection, that selection doesn’t exist.) Yes, reality may be “elusive,” but does that make it “metaphysical,” equivalent to belief in God?  He then pulls back a bit to answer  an obvious criticism:

When some readers sardonically (I assume) reduced by argument to “ignorance=freedom,” then, they were right in a way; but the rub lies in how we understand ignorance. The commonplace understanding would miss the point entirely: it is not ignorance against the backdrop of ultimate knowledge that equates to freedom; rather, it is constitutive, essential ignorance. This, again, needs expansion.

Indeed it does. What on earth is “constitutive, essential” ignorance, and how does it provide a nucleus for free will?

Knowledge can never be complete. This is the case not merely because there will always be something more to know; rather, it is so because completed knowledge is oxymoronic, self-defeating. AI theorists have long dreamed of what Daniel Dennett once called heterophenomenology, the idea that, with an accurate-enough understanding of the human brain my description of another person’s experience could become indiscernible from that experience itself. My point it not merely that heterophenomenology is impossible from a technological perspective or undesirable from an ethical perspective; rather, it is impossible from a logical perspective, since the very phenomenon we are seeking to describe, in this case the conscious experience of another person, would cease to exist without the minimal opacity separating his or her consciousness from mine. Analogously, all knowledge requires this kind of minimal opacity, because knowing something involves, at a minimum, a synthesis of discrete perceptions across space or time.

This has the air of a postmodern word game, not a profound observation.  True, we will never know everything about any issue (for example, where all the molecules reside in an object), but we can know some things with near certainty (i.e., how many eggs are in this carton, and what is the diameter of the Earth to the nearest ten miles). What on earth does he mean by saying that “completed knowledge is oxymoronic, self-defeating”?  And finally, why does this prove that we have free will?  This needs more expansion, and Egginton tries to come up with a QED moment:

Because of what we can thus call our constitutive ignorance, then, we are free — only and precisely because as beings who cannot possibly occupy all times and spatial perspectives without thereby ceasing to be what we are, we are constantly faced with choices. All these choices — to the extent that they are choices and not simply responses to stimuli or reactions to forces exerted on us — have at least some element that cannot be traced to a direct determination, but could only be blamed, for the sake of defending a deterministic thesis, on the ideal and completely fanciful determinism of “how we are” at the time of the decision to be made.

Far from a mere philosophical wish fulfillment or fuzzy, humanistic thinking, then, this kind of freedom is real, hard-nosed and practical.

Clearly, Egginton’s hat is missing its rabbit.  We’re ignorant of all the forces that may determine our behavior, but in the end we’re free simply because we’re constantly faced with “choices”?  So we are, and so are earthworms and rabbits.  Egginton simply evades the question by asserting that because we apparently have choices (our behaviors must bifurcate), these choices must be determined freely, not by a semi-deterministic confederacy of molecules.  But how does he know?  What is the element that cannot be traced to “how we are”—or “what is our environment”—at the time of choosing?  The weasel words, of course, are “to the extent that they are choices and not simply responses to stimuli or reactions to forces exerted on us.” But that, to my mind at least, is the crucial question.  Are there such choices that are not just responses? And if there aren’t, does that comport with how most people envision “free will”?

Well, maybe I’m missing something.  I’m not a professional philosopher or—thank God—a literary critic. But if Egginton’s argument eludes me, so it surely must elude other readers of the Times.  Perhaps my readers can explain how, in just a few paragraphs, Egginton has constructed a convincing, hard-nosed, and practical argument for free will. I welcome explanations.

Egginton asserts that the notion of determinism is irrelevant to notions of morality and law:

Indeed, courts of law and ethics panels may take specific determinations into account when casting judgment on responsibility, but most of us would agree that it would be absurd for them to waste time considering philosophical, scientific or religious theories of general determinism.

I don’t think most of us would think it’s absurd. In fact, I think most of us already agree that some views of determinism must play a role in law and ethics. Indeed, they already do.  Criminals who are deemed mentally ill receive either less or different “punishment” on the grounds that their actions were not “free” but at least partially determined by illness.  “Crimes of passion” are treated differently from crimes involving premeditation.  And at least two professional philosophers have told me that understanding the extent to which our actions are determined is of crucial philosophical importance in understanding “moral responsibility.” The reason Egginton thinks that determinism is irrelevant is, it seems, the reason why most people think it’s irrelevant: because we have no choice than to act as if we have the capacity to make free moral choices.  (And if you ask me what I mean by “we have no choice,” I’d answer that society would collapse in the face of such nihilism, but that ultimately our constitutions, which are the result of our genes and our physical and social environments, make us feel this way.)

Egginton tails off by dealing with me and my accusations of accommodationism  He is “content to let Professor Coyne’s dismissal of every cultural, literary, philosophical, or artistic achievement in history speak for itself.”  Of course I never said anything even approximating that.  Do I have to repeat I not only have great respect for culture, art, and history, but spend a lot of time immersed in them?  Egginton claims that the term “accommodationist” is an deliberate attempt to conflate compatibilists with Nazi appeasers.  But that’s not how I use it. I use the word accommodationist” like I use the word “Republican”: both terms refer to ideas I don’t like, but I don’t see either as inherently insulting.  Finally, Egginton declares that atheists and religious literalists are both fundamentalists in their unreasonable asssertion that “the ultimate nature of reality is a code that can be read and understood.” He doesn’t seem to grasp that there are two entirely different (and incompatible) ways of understanding this code.

I continue my reading on free will.  It seems to me that in view of physical determinism (plus fine-scale physical stochasticity involving quantum events), there is no way that we can make decisions that are truly free.  Some, like Egginton, simply finesse the question by redefining “free,” but I don’t think that these redefinitions of “free will” comport with how most of us understand the term, or with how it’s been historically (not philosophically) understood.

Two “new” masterpieces?

August 7, 2010 • 8:30 am

In tomorrow’s New York Times Book Review, Francine Prose reviews two novels by the German-born writer Hans Keilson, Comedy in a Minor Key (just now translated into English), and The Death of the Adversary (long out of print).  Both are about Europe under the Nazis, and both get the same judgment from Prose:

For busy, harried or distractible readers who have the time and energy only to skim the opening paragraph of a review, I’ll say this as quickly and clearly as possible: “The Death of the Adversary” and “Comedy in a Minor Key” are masterpieces, and Hans Keilson is a genius. . .

Although the novels are quite different, both are set in Nazi-occupied Europe and display their author’s eye for perfectly illustrative yet wholly unexpected incident and detail, as well as his talent for story­telling and his extraordinarily subtle and penetrating understanding of human nature. But perhaps the most distinctive aspect they share is the formal daring of the relationship between subject matter and tone. Rarely has a finer, more closely focused lens been used to study such a broad and brutal panorama, mimetically conveying a failure to come to grips with reality by refusing to call that reality by its proper name.

Whenever I see a book called a “masterpiece,” I put it on my to-read list.  Not because I necessarily believe it, but because I see it as a challenge.  “Oh yeah?”, I think.  “We’ll see if it’s up there with Anna Karenina.”  When Francine Prose calls something a masterpiece, though, I think there’s a very good chance she’s right. I’ll be reading these books for sure.

The New York Times also has a podcast in which Prose further extols these novels, putting Keilson “up there with Primo Levi.”

Keilson, born in 1909, is still alive.

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In other book news, over at HuffPo (I can’t ignore them completely), Anis Shivani has a wonderfully snarky assessment of America’s 15 most overrated writers (at the bottom of the post).