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Flatterland by ian stewart
Flatterland by ian stewart





flatterland by ian stewart

The book is written in form a diary, with Vikki constantly addresing to her Diary to explain everything he is learning. The action occurs in 2099 (Flatand calendar), a century later of the events related in Flatland. He is able to hop between differents spaces, and provider her with a VUE (Virtual Unreality Engine), an object which allows her to visualize the most abstract mathematical concepts. She finds out about his book and later inprisonment, and so "calls" an entity named The Space Hopper. The main character is young Vikki, Albert's great-great-granddaughter, being this Albert the protagonist in Flatland. Stewart doesn't deepen this, though he deals a bit with the status accorded to women and their emancipation in a male-oriented society. The original had a second purpose, to satirize the rigid social structure of Victorian England, with its hierarchies of status and privilege. This Flatterland is a derivative work from that. In 1884 wrote an awesome classic of scientific divultation called. As a statistician I know most books are 3s, but I am biased in my selection and end up mostly with 4s, thank goodness.) (5* = one of my all-time favourites, 4* = really enjoyed it, 3* = readable but not thrilling, 2* = actually disappointing, and 1* = hated it.

flatterland by ian stewart

In my subjective opinion, the stars suggest: Note: I have written a novel (not yet published), so now I will suffer pangs of guilt every time I offer less than five stars. So I have stopped reading this, and moved on to Wait Till Helen Comes which is completely different but entirely cake.

flatterland by ian stewart

Beans are beans and cake is cake and the two don't mix well. I eagerly bit into it, encountered beans, and threw up. Here's an analogy (Stewart likes those, he wrote a whole book about them, in a way): this book reminds me of the time I was four years old, and my father, frustrated with my stubborn refusal to eat green beans, took away my plate and stuffed the beans in a chocolate cake and served me the cake. And if I want non-fiction science, I'll read non-fiction science, thank you very much. ostensibly SF (or fantasy), in that Flatland doesn't exist, but since the frame story is so obviously a pretext for a lecture on math, I ended up labelling it non-fiction science, essentially. In fact, when I came to assign a genre category, I was flummoxed. Not fun to read (and I absolutely adored Flatland).







Flatterland by ian stewart