Marking Time: The Epic
Quest to Invent the Perfect Calendar
Duncan Steel
Calendars and timekeeping systems
may seem at first an odd choice of subject for a book, but upon further
reflection, few things impact our daily lives more strongly than time. After
all, each workday begins with the tolling of a bell and the hands of the clock
govern much more than we would probably like to admit. Thus is Duncan Steel's
attempt at an accessible history of calendars and, to a lesser extent, time
itself most welcome. Unfortunately, Steel, while apparently being an expert in
his field, is also one of the most pompous, peacocks it has ever been my
misfortune to read. There is good information buried deep within his purple
prose, but the authorial presence is so strong within this book that I defy
anyone to put up with more than a few pages before wishing to throw it and
begin screaming. A harsh assessment, perhaps, but one that I think is more than
justified for many reasons. First, I don't think Mr. Steel is intentionally
off-putting, and I'm inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. However,
his attempts to strike up a conversational tone with readers fall flat at best
and encourage, well, unseemly thoughts at worst. Where he attempts to be
conversational, he comes across only as condescending, time and again reminding
his readers that it is he, indeed, who is the expert and, by the way, did you
do your homework?
For Steel is not merely content
to cram his narrative as chock-full of alienating math as possible (after an
infuriating attempt at sarcasm denouncing the very notion of arithmetic-laden
popular works!), but he has included three appendices that go into far greater
depth about concepts which are, in fact, crucial to an understanding of the
book. This causes several problems. First is his irritating assertion in an
introductory chapter that the following concepts will be beyond the poor,
pitiable reader's feeble mind unless we refer to his appendices. This, however,
is usurped entirely by later passages that accuse readers of skipping the
so-called "supplementary" information. If this additional information,
which is indeed difficult to grasp for the mathematical layperson, is so
necessary, why didn't the author or, perish the thought, the editor plunk it down in the middle of
the narrative? Or why not craft a book that is actually accessible to the
uninformed public, as is the stated assertion? This hints at a greater problem:
the book is woefully organized, with non-sequitur pieces of unrelated trivia
becoming sadly expected- though no less groan-worthy- because of their constant
infiltration. The idea of introducing a complex concept by outlining the
following theses and main points, which Steel maddeningly finds necessary to
explain in and of itself, is admirable but highly unnecessary in a book with
well-labeled chapters and named subsections. All it serves is to bore readers
with a kind of repetition that is rampant throughout the book, wherein examples
are flogged to death in multiple chapters and ideas are dropped simply because
they might- but usually don't- fit better in another chapter. This makes the
book extremely disjointed, and readers have to stop and reset almost every time
a new idea is approached; this, despite the fact that hardly any of the ideas
are new by the time Steel deigns to actually explain them in any depth.
All of this, plus the inexcusable
condescension in nearly every sentence and abundance of insulting exclamation
points, makes the book nearly unreadable. Should one venture beyond the
language, there is some valuable historical and scientific information to be
had, though woe betide the poor scholar tempted to wrangle with Steel's idea of
a historical argument. He may be, and apparently is, a brilliant scientist, but
a historian capable of convincing argumentation he is not, a problem that
directly impacts many of his frankly bizarre historical assertions. There may
be a hint of truth to the idea that the date of Easter was a major sticking
point between the Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox churches, and I am
inclined to trust his retro-calculation of the possible date of Jesus's birth,
but the assertion that the English wished to colonize Virginia because it lies
on some sort of magical latitude line is so patently absurd and poorly
supported that I actually laughed out loud, even after hearing him out. Coincidences
may provide fodder for interesting and even heretical thoughts, but Steel seems
so focused on his novel hypothesis that he ignores, oh, pretty much every other
hint of historical context. Mix this with his obvious contempt for religion,
and it's difficult to take him quite so seriously, bringing us back to a
preening narrative with very little actual substance. I wanted to like this
book. Oh, how I wanted to enjoy the book and, perhaps, learn something. I hate
to be so harsh but, unfortunately, Making
Time is so heavily clogged with the author's unfriendly self-awareness that
it is nearly useless in a practical sense, with every possible redeeming
quality mercilessly squeezed out by needless pompousness and unrelated trivia.
Grade: D+