![]() ![]() Even for those who haven’t taken a science class since 11th grade, referencing Richard Feynman (1918-1988) is a somewhat fashionable pursuit - the quirk, the flair, the devil-may-care. Feynman, “The Great Explainer,” 1965 Nobel Prize winner, player of bongos, seducer of women, launcher of thousands of dreamy-eyed physics majors. Not, mind you, just any particle physicist. There is a new graphic novel called “Feynman.” The hero is a particle physicist. Let us now commence an ode to a dead scientist. It is a sad fact - an endlessly rehashed symbol of just what is wrong with America - that we make heroes of athletes but not mathletes, that we write comic books about men with capes but not real men with calculators, and that “Dancing With the Stars” has never tapped Andre Geim or Konstantin Novoselov, who - oh, admit it, you had to Google them - were last year’s winners of the Nobel Prize in physics. ![]()
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