Primo Levi was an Italian Jewish chemist that lived through the Holocaust. This is a collection of short stories, mostly autobiographical, that each have some relationship to a different chemical element. The stories mostly involve interaction with that element, but ultimately ties in motifs that relate to that specific element. For example, in the chapter named Iron, Levi talks about strong personal bonds, connecting your soul with the earth, and developing a strong mind and body.
The stories are set up in chronological order, starting from his early life in Piedmont, how he became a chemist, life before the war, a single story on his experience in the concentration camp (he has a separate book dedicated to that topic), and dealing with life after the war. There are a couple fictional stories, Lead and Mercury, in the middle that I think were my favorite, probably because of all the fiction I have been reading lately. There are also a few stories that deal with life as a working chemist. Most other books I've read about chemistry deal with the science and maybe extreme personal strife of the man or woman behind the chemistry. Rarely do you read about the everyday struggles and little victories for an individual either learning or plying their chemistry trade. Levi explains it thusly:
"... but that in this book I would deliberately neglect the grand chemistry, the triumphant chemistry of colossal plants and dizzying output, because this is collective work and therefore anonymous. I was more interested in the stories of the solitary chemistry, unarmed and on foot, at the measure of man, which with few exceptions has been mine: but it has also been the chemistry of the founders, who did not work in teams but alone, surrounded by the indifference of the time, generally without profit, and who confronted matter without aids, with their brains and hands, reason and imagination."
I found it hard to read the prose quickly or in long sessions. The writing is beautiful and not altogether difficult to digest. The stories are rewarding in the end, taking you into a spirit of humanity that no longer seems to exist, at least to someone with my limited experience (maybe if I lived a life less hidden sheltered from the atrocities humankind is capable of, I would not be describing in such a way). However, at only 250 pages in paperback, this book felt longer than any of the later Harry Potter books. I finished the Cixin Liu book early and started this right away, thinking that I would get onto a 52 book pace. I was ultimately knocked down from my lofty thoughts and had to push it just to finish this one by my designated Friday, taking almost 3 weeks to complete it.
I've also fallen behind in my reviews. I did have a lot of commentary on this book, but I'm now two books past it and those thoughts have faded. Maybe this will drive home the notion of prompt review postings. I hope so. I'm looking at it as an essential part of this process, but my actions don't match up.