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n the beginning, there was a brain. All slathered it with special sauce. Did the hustle .
. of the universe was the size of this .Built the strip mall.
. brain, floating in space. Until' one day it , . And in the end, after billions of years of
simply exploded. Out poured photons and evolution, a pink two-story' motel rose up on a
quarks and leptons. Out flew dust particles like drag of asphalt in Berkeley, California. The
millions of fast-moving birds into the expand- Flamingo Motel. There, a man stepped out on-
ingaviary of the cosmos. Cooked heavy o to the balcony in a bright beam' of mil-
elements-silicon, magnesium, and lennial sunlight, holding the origi-
nickel-were sucked into a small nal universe in his hands, in a
pocket and balled together Tupperware container, and
under great pressure and for one flickering moment
morphed with the organic he saw into the future., I
matter of our solar system. can picture this man now:
Lo, the planets! ,he needs a haircut, he
Our world-Earth-was needs some coffee.
covered with lava, then But not yet, not before
granite mountains. Oceans we rewind and start again.
formed, a wormy thing' Not long ago. In Maine on.
crawled fromthe sea. There .a bus. In Massachusetts on a
were pea-brained brontosauri train. In Connecticut behind
and fiery meteor showers and, the wheel of a shiny, teal-col-
, gnawing.vhairv-backed monsters ored rental car. The engine purrs. I
that kept coming and coming-these should know, I'm the driver. I'm on
" furious little stumps, human beings, us. Under my way to pick up an eighty-four-year-old man
the hot sun, we roasted different colors, forni- named thomas Harvey, who lives in a modest,
cated, and fought. Full of wonder, we attached low-slung 1950s ranch that belongs to his sixty-
words to the sky and the mountains and the seven-year-old girlfriend, Cleora. To get there
water, and claimed them as our own. We you caroom through New Jersey's exurbia,
named ourselves Horner, Sappho, Humper- through swirls of dead leaves and unruly thick-
cut it out of the dead scientist's head. findings that they could on-
Harvey has stoked a fire in ly be partially understood
the basement, which is dank ana verified fourteen years
and dark, and I sit among cro- 0 later. Then, of course, Al-
cheted rugs and genie bottles bert Einstein instantly be-
of blown glass, Ethiopian came famous. His mis-
cookbooks, and macrame. It chievous smile beamed
has taken me more than a year from newspapers .around
to find Harvey, and during that the world. A genius! A
time I've had a dim, inchoate Nobel Prize! A guru-
feeling-one that has increased mystic who had un-
in luminosity-that if I could locked the secrets of
somehow reach him and Ein- God's own mind! There
stein's brain" I might unravel were suddenly hundreds
their strange relationship, one of books on relativity.
that arcs across this century and Einstein embarked on a
America itself. And now, before frenzied world tour,
the future arrives and the super- was feted by kings and
computers of the world fritz out emperors and presidents,
and we move to lunar colonies- gamboling into the world's most sacred ha:tls in
before all that hullabaloo-c-Harvey and I are fi- a sockless state of bemused dishevelment. He
nally sitting here together. 0 0
claimed he got his hairstvle-s-eventuallv a wild,
Thatday Harvey tells me' the story he's told electric-white nimbus-"through negligence"
before-to friends and family and pilgrims- and, explaining his overall sloppiness; said, "It
one that has made him an odd celebrity even would be a sad situation if the wrapper were,
in this age of odd celebrity. He tells it deliber- better' than the meat wrapped inside it." He
ately,' assuming that I will be impressed by it as laughed like a barking seal, snored like a
a testament to the rightness of his actions foghorn, sunbathed in the nude. And then
rather than as a cogent defense of them. "You took tea with the queen.
see," he says, "1 was just so fortunate to have 'Everywhere, it was Einstein mania. People
been there. Just so lucky." named their children after him, fawned and
"Fortunate" is one word, "improbable" is an> fainted upon seeing him, wrote letters inquir-
other. Albert Einsteinwas born in 1879 with a ing if he really existed. He was asked to "per-
head shaped like a lopsided medicine ball. form" at London's Palladium for three weeks
Seeing it for the first time, his grandmother on the same bill as fire-eaters 'and tightrope
fell into shock. '~Muc.htoo fat!" she exclaimed. walkers, explaining his theory, at the price of
"Much too fat!" He didn't speak until he was his asking. "At the Chrysanthemum 'Festi-
three, and it was generally assumed that he val," wrote one German diplomat stationed
was brain-damaged. Even as a child, he lived in Japan, "it was neither the empress nor the
mostly in his mind, building intricate card prince regent nor the imperial princes who
houses, marveling at a.compass his father held reception; everything turned around
showed him. His faith was less in people than Einstein." A copy of the special theory of rel-
in the things of the world. When his sister ativity in Einstein's, scrawl was auctioned off
Maja was born, young Albert, crestfallen, said, for $6 million. And the New York Times
"Yes, but where are its wheels I" urged its readers not to be offended by the.
,
W e rnorph as one. Even if we are more
than a half century apart in age, he born
under the star of William Howard Taft
and I under the napalm bomb of Lyndon'
Baines Johnson, if he wears black Wallabees
him first. One neuroanatomist, a Berkeley pro-
fessor named Marian Diamond, had written a
paper claiming that she had counted in Ein-
stein's brain a higher than normal number of
glial cells, which nourish the organ. The only
and I sport Oakley sunglasses, if he has three other paper written to date, by a researcher at
ex-wives, ten children, and twelve grandchil- the University of Alabama named Britt Ander-
dren and I have ye't to procreate, we begin to son, stated that Einstein had a thinner cortex
think together, to make unconscious team de- than normal. "You see," says Harvey enthusias-
cisions. It seems the entire backseat area will tically, "we're finding out that Einstein's brain
serve as a kind of trash can. By the time we is more unusual than many people first
make Wheeling, West Virginia, it's already thought." But a professor of neurobiology at
strewn with books and tissuey green papers UCLA, Larry Kruger, calls the "meagre find-
from the rental-car agreement, snack wrappers, ings" on the brain "laughable" and says that
and empty bottles of seltzer, a hedge against when Diamond herself delivered her paper, the
,"G.!. upset," as Harvey puts it. An old rambler audience found it "comical," because "it means
at heart, he takes to the road like it's a river of absolutely nothing." (When I asked Diamond,
fine brandy, seems to grow stronger on its oily a woman with impeccable credentials, about
fumes and oily-rainbow mirages, its oily fast this, she claimed that Kruger had "a lack of in-
, food and the oily-tarrnacked gas plazas that we hibitor cells" and said, "Well, we have to start
skate across for candy bars and Coca-Colas somewhere, don't we?")
while the Skylark feeds at the pump. By de- Despite my expectations that Harvey will
fault, I take charge of the radio-working the sleep a good deal, what I soon realize is that he's
dial in a schizophrenic riffle from damn perky for eighty-four and never
NPR to' Dr. Laura and, in between, sleeps at all. Nor talks much. In this age
all kinds of high school basketball; of self-revelation, he eschews the oro-
gardening shows, local on-air auc- tundity of a confessor. He speaks in a
tions, blathering DJs, farm reports, clipped, spare, almost penurious way-
and Christian call-in shows. Harvey with a barely perceptible' drawl from his
is hard-of-hearing in his right ear midwestern childhood-letting huge
and, perhaps out of pride or vanity, blocks of time fall in between the sub-
refuses to wear a hearing aid, so I've ject and the verb, and then between the
brought tapes too, figuring he might verb and the modifier of a sentence. He
do a fair amount of sleeping while, as pronounces "pleasure" play-sure', and
designated driver, I might do more "measurements" mI:ly-sure~mints. When
staying awake. I've got bands with my line of questioning makes him un-
names like Dinosaur [r., Soul .comfortable, he chuckles flatly like two
Coughing, and Pavement, and a book-an-tape, chops of wood, "Heh-heh," raspily clears his
Neuromancer, by William Gibson. Harvey him- throat, then says, "Way-ell ... " And just steps
self is partial to classical music and reads most- aside to let somemore time pass, returning to his'
ly scientific journals and novels by Kay Boyle. map, which he studies like it's a rune. Through
And although we are now bound by the the window he watches Pennsylvania pass by: its
road-Einstein's brain, Harvey, 'and me-he barns and elaborate hexes, signs for Amish
studiously avoids all discussion of the brain. Ear- goods, the Allegheny Mountains rising like dark
lier, however, he ticked off twelve different re- whales out of the earth, lost behind the mist of
searchers to whom. he had given slices of the some unseen blowhole. He watches Ohio all
brain. According to Harvey, one of them, San- pan-flattened and thrown back down on itself.
dra Witelson from McMaster University in And he blinks languidly at it. But never sleeps.
Hamilton, Ontario, organized his ephemera and I admit: this disappoints me. Something in
articles on the brain into a scrapbook, and he me wants Harvey to sleep. I want Harvey to
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fall into a deep; blurry, Rip Van Winkle daze, of the future while cautioning us against the
and I want to park the Skylark mothership on violence that lurks in the heart of man. "I do
top of a mountain and walk around to the not know how the Third World War will be
trunk and open it. I want Harvey snoring loud- fought," he warned, "but I do know how the
. ly as I unzip the duffel bag and reach my hands .Fourth will: with sticks and stones."
inside" and I want to-what?-touch Einstein's To complete his Amerioan deification, Ein-
brain. I want to touch the brain. YesI've said stein has been fully commodified and marketed,
it. I want to hold it, coddle it, measure its earning millions of dollars for his estate. Bought
weight in my palm, handle some of its 15 bil- and sold back to us by the foot soldiers of high
lion now-dormant neurons. Does it feel like to- capitalism, Einstein's name and image are con-
fu, sea urchin, baloney? What, exactly? And jured to sell computers and CD-ROMs, -Nikon
what does such a desire make me? One of the cameras and myriad baubles. In fact, a Los
. Angeles celebrity-licensing agency
handles his account.
But why so much commotion
over a guy with sweaty feet and rum-
pled clothes? The answer is perhaps
found in a feeling that Einstein was
not one of us. It seems we regard
him as being supernatural. Because
he glimpsed into the very workings
of the universe and returned with
legion of relic freaks who send Harvey letters God on his tongue, because he greeted this era
asking; sometimes be'gging, for pieces of the by rocketing into the next with his break-
brain? One of the pilgrims who come from as through theories, he assumed a mien of super-
far away as Japan or England or Australia to naturalism. And because his tatterdemalion, at
glimpse it? times dotty, demeanor stood in such stark con-
For Harvey's sake, I act like I haven't given trast to his supernaturalism, he seemed both in-
the brain a second thought, while he encour- nocent and trustworthy and thus that much
ages stultifying state-long silences and offers rp.ore supernatural. He, alone, held the seashell
the occasional historical anecdote. "Eisenhow- of the century to his ear.
er's farm was in these parts, I believe." Or, "In Einstein is also one of the few figures born in
the days of the canal ... " The more the idea the last century whose ideas are equally relevant
persists in my head; the more towns slip past , to us today, If we've incorporated the theory of
outside the window, the more I wonder what, relativity into our scientific view of the universe,
in fact, I'd really be holding if I held the brain. it's Einstein's attempt to devise a kind of person-
I mean, it's not really Einstein and it's not real- al religion-an intimate spiritual and political
ly a brain but disconnected pieces of a brain, manifesto-that still stands in stark, almost sa-
just as the passing farms are not really America cred contrast to the Pecksniffian systems of sal-
but parts of a whole, symbols of the thing itself, vation offered by the modem world. Depending
which is everything and nothing at once. on the, day's sex crimes and senselessmurders, or
In part, I would be touching Einstein the the intensity of our millennial migraine, we run
Superstar, immediately recognizable by his the real risk of feeling straitjacketed and sacri-
Krameresque hair and the both-at-once ficed to everything from organized religion to
mournful and mirthful eyes. The man whose the nuclear blood lust of nations to the cult vic
apotheosis is so complete that he's now a cof- sionaries of our world and theirvarious vodka-
fee mug, a postcard, aT-shirt. The face zoom- and-cuckoo schemes,' their Hale-Bopp fantasies.
ing out of a pop rock video on MTV's Buzz Thus Einstein's blending of twentieth-centu-
Clip for a song called "MMMBop." A figure of ry skepticism with nineteenth-century romanti-
speech, an ad pitchman. The voice of reason cism offers a kind of modern hope. "I arna
on posters festooning undergrad dorm rooms. deeply religious nonbeliever," he said. "This is a
Despite the fact that he was'a sixty-one-year- somewhat new kind of religion." Pushing fur-
old man when he was naturalized as an Ameri- ther, he sought to marry science and religion by
can citizen, Einstein has been fully appropriat- redefining 'their terms: "I am of the opinion that
ed by this country , by our writers and all the finer speculations in the realm of science
moralists, politicians and scientists, cult lead- spring from a deep religious feeling," he said, "I
ers and clergy. In the fin-de-siecle shadows of also believe that this kind of religiousness ... is
America, in our antsy, searching times, Ein- the only creative religious activity of our time."
stein comes back to us both as Lear's fool and. To touch Einstein's brain would also be to
Tiresias, comically offering his uncanny vision touch the white dwarf and the black hole, the '
distribution of primordial temperatures just covered with the stars." He suddenly appeared
above absolute zero; that is, the data proved that on the world's doorstep, inspiring pan-national
the universe was in it kind of postcoital after- awe arid offering with it pan-national reconcil-
glow from the Big Bang, further confirming Ein- iation--:-a liberal German Jew who clung to his
stein's explanation for how the universe began. Swiss citizenship and renounced violence.
It would be good to touch that. ' What better way to absolve oneself of all sins
We disembark that first night at a Best West- than to follow a blameless scientist up into the "
ern in Columbus; Ohio. As we open the trunk glimmering waters of time and space? ' "~
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to gather our bags, I watch Harvey take what he Another contemporary of Einstein's, Erwin
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needs, then leave the gray duffel there, the zip- Schrodinger, claimed that Einstein's theory of
per shining like silver teeth in the streetlight. relativity quite simply meant "the dethrone-
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Master Plan. "And this thought," he wrote, "is more holy, even mythic. It's not that the Mid- .
a religious thought, nay I should call it the reli- west lacks bustle; it's just that away from the
gious thought." With relativity, Einstein, the cities, the deadlines are imposed by the earth
original cosmic slacker, was himself touching and its seasons. I slip off my watch and feel my-
the mind of a new god, forming a conga line to selfbeginningto slow-into Harvey time,
immortality through some wrinkle in time. 'iIt W'e arevin fact, retracing Harvey's route
is quite possible that we can do greater things when he came west from New Jersey in. the
thanjesus," he said. ' 1960s, after eluding those who themselves de-
That, finally, was Einstein's ultimate power sired the brain. Within weeks of Einstein's
and hold on our imagination. Eternity-c-ir death" after it was reported that the brain had
would be good to touch that too. been taken from the body, a group of leading
brain researchers met in Washington, D.C. It
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI. was an august, winning collection of men: Doc-
FEBRUARY 19, 1997. tors Webb Haymaker and Hartwig Kuhlen-
beck, Clem Fox and Gerhardt von Bonin, Jerzy
A
cross In,'diana, Illinois, ,and Missouri, be- E. Rose and Walle Nauta. And necessarily
neath scudding clouds and clear shots of among them.ibut perhaps regardedwitha tinge
sunlight, the chill air fragrant with ma- of condescension,' this slightly awkward, ner-
nure and .feed, We pass over the chocolate, vously chuckling half-doctor, this Irregular
, moiling Mississippi, drive near the towns of.Em- Sock, this pathologist from a small-town hospi-
rna, Bellflower, Peruque, and Auxvasse. We tal connected only by the same ,name to the
stealth through shadows thrown by crop dusters hallowed halls and elite eating clubs of Prince-
, and Greyhound buses, up against wobbling 53- ton University.'When Webb Haymaker, who
foot truck trailers full of movie videos or broc- represented the U.S. Army, demanded the
coli or industrial turbines and, at one point, a , brain, Harvey simply refused to hand it over.
a
flatbed with Vietnam-era heli- Heh-l).eh. When Haymaker got
copter strapped to it. On this angry, Harvey didn't budge. And
bright, windy day, we see the out- now who laughs last? Who's dead,
buildings and barns of the Mid; each last one ofthem, and who's
west, where farmers stand in small out here 'busting for California
circles eyeing their fields.like ner- ,with the brain, inhaling Frostees
vous, hand-wringing fathers, re- and baked potatoes, hoovering
pairing their threshers, turning Denny's pancakes and green sal-
the first soil, pointing to-what's yet invisible, ads and chicken noodle soup?
speaking in incantations: feed and fertilizer, "Harvey didn't know his ass from his elbow
moisture content and till depth. With each day's from the brain," says Larry 'Kruger, who at the
work, with each field-side conference and hour time was a postdoctoral fellow with Jerzy Rose
alone in the air-conditioned cab of a supertrac- at Johns Hopkins. "Harvey refused togive' up
tor, they will silently appeal to the circadian the -brain even though he wasn't a neu-
,,rhythms of some higher power for a perfect cali- ropathologist,; and then all bets were off. I
bration of sun and rain, as well as for the perfect mean, what were you going to do with it any- '
ascension of market prices to deliver a bountiful way? I heard he kept it in his basement and
harvest. On' the .radio, we get the farm reports: would show i~ to visitors. I guess some people
lean hog futures down five-eighths; feeder cattle show off a rare edition of Shakespeare. He
futures up a half. Corn futures and soybean and would say, 'Hey, wanna see Einstein's brain?'
cocoa, up two-eighths, down a third, even. Janu- The guy's a jerk: ... He wanted fame and noth-
ary sugar and March coin; September rice and ing came of it.'?
December cotton-all of them attached to a Meanwhile, Harvey bristles at such sugges-
momentary price that may right now be making' tions, regards himself as destiny's chosen one,
someone rich as it bankrupts someone else. the man who forever belongs with Einstein's
"Look at that cow!" exclaims Harvey. '. brain, for better or for worse. In a way, it is a
And it is quite a cow! On this, our third day tale of obsessive love: Humbert Humbert and
together, something is beginning to happen out
here between us, the three of us. Time is slow- 2 Later, whenI visit Kruger in Los Angeles, amOng the clut-
ing, it seems, or expanding to fill a bigger sky, a ter of his office, which includes an oversize boOk entitled A
more open landscape. The get-to-be-there self- Dendro-cyto-mveloarchitectonic Atlas of the Cat's
importance of the East, its frantic floodlight , Brain, he's a bit more judicious, "'What [Harvey) did is prob-
ably illegal," he tells me. "I guess he must be a sUghtly
charge, has given way to a single lit parlor lamp.
strange guy, Had he been smart', he would have given
And under 'it, a cow or one silver tree in the it up and moved away from it, but he was grandstanding,
wind or the rusted remains of an old tiller seems and I presume he paid a price for it." .' '
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"What keeps the old alive, Dr. Senegal," ad- tential debate raging in Harvey's head: salty or
vises Burroughs, ''is that we learn to be evil." sweet, eggs or waffles with maple syrup.
And then we are out in the night, in a Occasionally, after a particularly deliberate
downpour, Harvey trundling toward the car for order, he'll deliberately change it. Our waitress
is a pathologically smiley K.U. stu-
'dent, well-versed in the dynamics
of a breakfast.rush, the coffee-crav-
ing, caffeine-induced chaos of it all.
She waits as Harvey takes a second
look at the menu. It could be that
an actual week passes as he clears
his throat a couple of times, then
ponders some more, but she smiles
patiently and then chirps back.
what feels like a small eternity. Behind him "Eggs over easy, bacon, wheat toast, home'
Burroughs sways, curling and unfurling his arms fries. More coffee?" '
like elephant trunks, then assumes a position of This town was once the setting for, a Jason
Buddhist prayer-s-pale, deliriousstill. ' Robards made-for-television movie called The
Day After. In it, the sturdy people of America's
TOWARD DODGE CITY, KANSAS. Hometown were blown to smithereens in a nu- .
FEBRUARY 21, 1997_ clear attack, and the few who survived wandered
, in a postapocalyptic stupor, in rags, bodies flow-
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W e wake in Lawrence to a nuclear-pow-
ere? snow, driving horizontally, star-
ring the windows with ice, piling up
until the Skylark looks like a soap-flake duck
float in a Memorial Day parade gone terribly
ered with keloid scars. Thkt Lawrence would be- '
come connected in the nation's psyche with nu-
clear devastation and that Einstein's brain, the
power that unknowingly wrought the bomb,
rested here for six or seven years is a small pixel
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wrong. Everything is suddenly heaped in the of irony that seems to escape Harvey. When I
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frigid no-smell of winter, cars skidding, then, ask him about it, he says, "Way-ell, I guess that's
,1.,( r running 'off roadsides into gulleys. The snow true." And starts laughing.
falls in thick sheaves, icicles jag the gutters. It The truth is that Einstein himself was con-
-' ---, feels like Lawrence is going back to a day, founded by the idea that his theory of relativity
500,000 years ago, when it was buried under had opened up a Pandora's bo~ ofmutually as- '
hundreds of feet of ice. sured annihilation. In a 1935 press conference,
We take shelter in our adjoining rooms at in which he was asked about the, possibility of
the Westminster Inn, are slow to rise. When an atomic bomb, the physicist said that the
we do, Harvey is bright-eyed and spunky as we likelihood of transforming matter into energy
find the good people of Kansas doing what was "something akin ,to shooting birds in the
they do in a bliazard- eating pancakes. The dark in a country where there are only a few
Village Inn Pancake House Restaurant is birds." Four years later, however, the Nazis had
packed: college students and retirees, all flan- invaded Poland, and Einstein, the celebrated
nel-shirted, how-are-ya's ricocheting every- , pacifist, signed a letter to President Roosevelt
where, steak-and-egg specials zooming by on advocating the building of an atomic weapon.
super-white plates. Some of the old men wear When the letter was perso;ally delivered to
Dickies workpants and baseball caps with au- Roosevelt, the President immediately saw the
tomotive labels; the undergrads sport caps em- gravity of the situation-i-that if the Americans
blazoned with team names or slogans like had just thought to build a bomb, perhaps the
WHATEVER or RAGE or GOOD TO GO. Even in Nazis, with great scientists such as Heisenberg,
the no-smoking section everyone smokes- were well on their way to completing one-and ,
one of Harvey's pet peeves. ordered his chief of staff to begin immediate
Our routine in restaurants follows a familiar top-secret plans that led to the building of an
pattern: Harvey meditates over the .menu, ex- atomic weapon. Sometime later, on a mesa in
amining it, dissecting, vectoring, and equating New Mexico, rose the Town That Never Was,
what his stomach really wants. 1- get a newspa- Los Alamos, and, under the guidance of Robert
per and usually skim through the' first section . Oppenheimer, came Little Boy and Fat Man,
before he's ready. Even as James Earl Ray is the bombs that would eventually decimate Hi-
planning to go on The Momel Williams Show to roshima and Nagasaki, respectively. .
plead for a new liver and two teenagers are in- Einstein, who was thought to be a Communist
dicted for the murder and dismemberment of a sympathizer by the FBI and an untrustworthy,
man in Central Park, there's an ongoing exis- outspoken pacifist by the Roosevelt Administra-
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ticks. In this single day, we will live through . FEBRUARY 22, 1997.
four seasons. Which can happen if one drives .C1
75 or 80, scanning the road for cops, and when trunk and looked in, pinched the cold zipper {.,,' ~..,;(J".",~(. !
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feeling luxurious or bored rotten to push it to 85 between my thumb and forefinger, but then
max. Which is precisely what I get nailed for- couldn't bring. myself to unzip the duffel and
85 in a 65-mile-per-hour zone. In the police car unsheath the brain. Too much of a violation,
with the state trooper; I don't defend an untenable breach in our manly so-
my actions, the greed of speed. "Where . ciety, even as Harvey covets for him-
you boys going in such a hurry?" he self the gray matter upon which our
asks. Glancing through the windshield private Skvlarkian democracy is found-
of the cruiser into the back window of ed. In fact, we've been together now
the car, I can just make out the silver for nearly five full days, and he won't
crown of Harvey's head, and I'm over- show me the brain. When I bring it up
come with the desire to confess. It's not in conversation, he doesn't want to
exactly as if we have a dead body in the talk about it. When I ask him what
trunk, but it's-not as if we don't either . parts of the .brain we're traveling with
.For some reason, though-perhaps exactly, he says he doesn't know and
'out of self-preservation, for fear of los- ' changes-the subject. It is as if I am try-
, ing the brain altogether-l simply say, .ing to find the secret center of his
"California." The trooper writes out the ticket, , power. Which I am. . . ,
warns me against trying to go' 85 'again in his Leaving the Astra Motel the next morning, I
state, and sets me free. When he turns off the unexpectedly spill my guts at the front desk, as I
road in the opposite direction, I hike the return our room keys to the manager. I tell him
speedometer up to 80 and hold it steady. we've got the brain in the trunk', adding that
We drive south to Dodge City, the Oglala we're headed to California to show it to Ein-
aquiferunder our wheels, huge cow-udderedclouds stein's granddaughter. The manager, an affable,
overhead. On the radio: steer calves and heifers middle-age man, stops fora moment and looks at
for sale, Red Angus bulls, yearlings with good ge- me sideways, realizes I'm serious, and tries to be
'netics and quality carcass. Later, Bobby Darin hospitable. "Einstein, huh? That guy knew some-
singing "Beyond the Sea," Harvey tapping a fin- thing," he says, folding his arms, shifting his
ger on his knee, the brain sloshing in its Tupper- weight. "That guy really did have a brain. But I .
ware. In this happy moment, we could probably wouldn't have wanted to live with him. You
drive forever. know ... a little weirdy." He spins his finger in
By twilight, a nocturne of autumn rain on the a cuckoo circle around his ear. "I have a nephew
roof of the Skylark. We pass a pungent nitrogen who is kind of a genius, but he hasn't flaked off
plant, itselflike a twistedmetallic brain. Water tow- yet. I met a guy in California who was so smart
ers gleam in the silver light like spaceships, tele- he couldn't talk. He sure could tell you how to
phone poles pass like crucifixes, and grain eleva- look at the moon, but he couldn't tell you how
tors rise like organ' pipes from the plains. to tie your shoes."
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I'm not sure that I feel better, though I know the one who thumbed his nose at the great
that, in his way, he has tried to help. But does U.S. Army doctor, Webb Haymaker, upped
he scribble down our license-plate number as the establishment, and legged it out West on
we leave? . an end around with the brain? Maybe he
In Liberal, Kansas, we eat at a glassed-in cof- thought he was protecting the brain from the
'fin of a restaurant called Mr. Breakfast. Old so-called experts, or saving the brain of one of
folks arrive in old, rusted Ford pickups, chain- the world's greatest pacifists from the clutches
smoking, hacking phlegm. Swab runny eggs of the U.S. military. Wouldn't that make him
with Wonder-bread toast, gulp mud-watercof- the perfect Einsteinian hero?
fee. Looking around-Harvey among the chorf- After all, Einstein himself had nothing but,
ing, anonymous throng---one discerns that this disdain for authority, spent a life shirking it. In
is not a bunch racingtoward the millennium, a letter to his friend Queen Elizabeth of Bel- .
that the millennium is in fact only a construe- 'gi\lm that described the stuffy hierarchy of his
tion of the coastal power elite, a media-and- adopted hometown, Princeton, he said it was
marketing event. Frankly, out in America, you "a quaint and ceremonious village of puny
get' the feeling that America is dying. And demigods on stilts."!
along its highways and byways, the country Perhaps this is why Harvey felt that Ein-
seems less ready to leap into the future than it is stein's brain, one of the most powerful engines
already clinging to a sepia-toned past when of thought ever on earth" deserved a commit-
America stood as the unencumbered Big Boy in ted curator, an unpartisan keeper, an eccentric
a Manichaean world of good and evil, capital- brother whose sole purpose would be to unlock
ists and Commies. Even the neon oasis-pods of , the biological secrets of Einstein's brain by
the interstate-the perpetual clusters of placing it in the hands of a chosen few. Ein-
Wendy's, McDonald's, Denny's, and Burger , stein himself had called his brain his laborato-
King-are crowded with people strangely re- , . ry, and with it had pondered
claiming bygone days, ' the blueness of sky, the bend-
connecting themselves ing of starlight, the orbit of
to some prior eating ex- , Mercury. And, maybe" if Har-
perience, reveling in 'vey knew nothing else,·he
the familiar. knew enough to make sure
We gas down into that Einstein's brain didn't
Oklahoma (through Ty- get sucked into the maw of '
rone, Hooker, Guymon, the System .:
and Texhoma) and then' This is my line of thought
the Texas Panhandle' as we zag through saguaro and
(edging the Rita Blanca scrub brush, in the shadow of the [emez Moun-
'11'
National Grasslands, through Stratford, Dal- tains. When I look over at Harvey, he 'has rno-
hart, and Nara Visa}-all' of it flat. with oil 'mentarily nodded off for the first time all trip.
rigs like metronomes.' I've taken to pho- I've sort of nodded off, too. On a straightaway,
tographing Harvey by various signs and monu- I look at the speedometer: we're going 115
ments along the road, and when we drift by a miles an hour. '
huge wooden cowboy with two guns blazing
out across the empty plains, Harvey poses be- LOS ALAMOS, NEW MEXICO.
tween his legs. By the New Mexico border, 'the FEBRUARY 22, 1997.
wood-frame farmhouses have transmogrified
A
into adobe. In Tucumcari, almost on cue, t Los Alamos, we visit the 'Bradbury Sci-
there is .red dirt and tumbleweed. We drive ence Museum. Not unexpectedly, the
through ruts and washes.rover tableland and first exhibit is Einstein's letter to Presi-
mesa. Here the hills are testicular, the ancient dent Roosevelt; Harvey stands before' it, nod-
mounds mons-like, but all ofit has a dead, ding seriously, then moves on. The museum is,
washed-out sexuality, decayed from a time a three-room pavilion walled with text and
when this place was overrun by dinosaurs. We grainy black-and-white photographs that detaii
climb the crags that tim Pajarito Plateau to the scientific, as well as human, challenges of
Los Alamos-the gridded, repressed hothouse
that wrought Little Boy and Fat Man. In the 3 An accomplished philanderer, he also flouted the con-
rush of cacti, my frustration with Harvey's ventional morals ofhis day. "Einstein loved women," Pe-
Humbertness, with his protective zeal when it ter Plesch, whose father-was a close friend, once said of the •
physicist, "and the commoner and sweatier and smellier they
comes to the brain, has bled into a kind of were, the better he liked them." To live so completely in his
benevolent respect, a11idea that Harvey actu- head, he held the real world close-women, sailboats, a sud-
ally may be a revolutionary hero. For wasn't he den meal of ten pounds of strawberries,
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towns darkly flashing like trout in a river, All high school production of Camelot. He refuses
things-the strains' of "Wild Horses" on the help with his luggage, has the brain slung over
radio, the galactic motion of driving, the pur- his shoulder in the duffel; tosses it in the closet.
ple night-seem like one perfect, unalloyed Wide awake, I go back downstairs and roam
.thing, haunted through. Like Charles Lind- . all night, remembering that Einstein put little
faith in games of chance. About
quantum mechanics, a theory that al-
lowed for unpredictable outcomes, he
once said that God does not play dice
with the universe. Yet Las Vegas is all
about dice. And all about a perverse
kind of hope too. One man at a five;
dollar blackjack table, a short, tightly
bundled guy-who smells oflime after-
shave, is .abstractly addressing the
bergh, who .believed that there were.spirits rid- male dealer in gambler cliches and porn-movie
ing with him over the Atlantic Ocean, we feel dialogue. "Oh yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! ...
the presence of ghosts. Approaching the Give it to me! ... Hit me! Oh yeah! ... Hold
Hoover Dam, I stupidly pass a VW Bug and by right there! ... Feels good!"
the hairbreadth grace of God just barely avoid. Soon, he is sitting alone. As are others like
a head-on collision with a lumbering truck. Its him. These are men so sunk down inside them-
lights, broken out like jewels on the grill, spell selves that they don't give a prostitute working
MARIANNE; the name of my mother. the place a second .look when she cozies up to
them. Personally, I'm feeling pretty good, lose
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA. some quick money at the roulette table, and
FEBRUARY 23, 1997. then, feeling a little less good, regroup in the .
Minstrel's Lounge. Maybe I've been alone with
T
he city is a coronation of shimmering Harvey too long, probably I need friends, but I
brightn.esses, like so much shattered find myself asking an older couple about Ein-
glass thrown by the fistful over a sandy stein. The man looks at me suspiciously. "I
floor, a high-desert Hong Kong of possibility. don't know anything about him really, and 1
"Sunday midnight is our busiest time of the don't care one way or the other. I'm just trying
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week," says the woman who checks us in to to have fun," he says in a Yankee accent.
)
the Excalibur Hotel/Casino. "There's no freak- "I don't know anything either," chimes his
ing explaining it." We've driven to Las Vegas wife cheerfully. "Just that he was a genius or
in a dopamine infusion of orange light, nerved something." .
on Coca-Cola, gorged on pizza, the Skylark After the hot-tub revelation, I no longer feel
smelling vaguely stale. The brain sloshing in compelled to keep our secret. 1 am traveling
the padded cranium of the trunk. On 1-40 in with the man who owns Einstein's brain, 1 say,
Arizona, we passed a Navajo woman in a Ford and we are going to California to show it to
pickup listening to the same radio station as Einstein's granddaughter. The man folds his
we were, pounding out a drumbeat on her arms and. looks at me straight on. "Whatever
steering wheel. Later, an embalmed moon, makes you happy," he says.
Hale-Bopp like a pale teardrop. When Ein- At an empty blackjack table, 1 ask a dealer, a
stein once visited the Hopi Indians at the Korean guy with amustache, about Einstein. "I
Grand Canyon, they honored him with an In- don't know 'anything about him," he says,"but
dian name, the Great Relative, and presented that' man over there should be able to help
himwith a headdress. you." He points to his manager, a white guy
And now, in the casino at midnight, we with a mustache. He barely lets me finish be-
stand amid ballyhooing hordes of pale-skinned fore responding. "Haven't seen him in here
Easterners and 'leather-skinned Westerners, tonight. Sorry, pal."
bikers and accountants, cowboy-hatted and I try again, with the friendliest-looking man 1
big-haired and bald as cue balls, imperial on can find. He's middle-age and round-bellied, like
free drinks, soaring on the oxygen-enriched air his group of friends, all wearing Bucky Badger
pumping into the casino to keep people awake, sweatshirts. I smile at them, ask their pardon,
everyone. taking a stab at Instamatic riches: phrase my question more carefully this time.
Harvey seems' overwhelmed, his sensibilities so Mr. Badger furrows his brow. <iWhy do you
jangled that he schlepps straight up to one of want to know?" he demands. "Has anyone ever
our cheesy eighteenth-floor rooms-rooms that told you about E=mcZ? Has anyone in this casi-
are tricked out like a cardboard-castle set for a no bothered to tell you that?"
. there a hidden camera around here? You're the own jackpot safely stashed in the gray duffel,
fifth guy to ask me that tonight, and frankly I'm his step oddly light as he slips over the Excal-
offended." Her voice is. pinched with anger. ibur's rich purple carpet and out into the blind-
"You know what? I do know who he is ... " She 'ing sunlight and sandpapery air.
and I have known each other less than twenty
seconds, and yetit feels as if we've lived a life- LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
time of emotions. "He invented the atom bomb, FEBRU~RY 24, 1997.
and I happen to think he's terrible." \
D
In the morning, Harvey and I go for break- own through the brown, low-slung,
fast. There are huge lines trailing out of the .. burned-out flats of the Mojave, passing
Roundtable Buffet and Sherwood Forest Cafe, the Soda. and Cady Mountains, along
and so we watch a juggler dressed in green Ivanpah and Silver Lakes.lpowdered white and
tights work the crowd-"Oh boy, whatta jug- . dinosaur-bone dry, through the broken-winged,
gler!" says Harvey. Later, we gather our bags blue-shadowed towns of Baker and Yermo and
and head .through the casino for the castle Barstow, by the world's largest thermometer
door. As usual, Harvey refuses help with his (electronically measuring temperatures to 140
luggage, has the brain slung over his shoulder. degrees), then up over Cajon Summit-all of it
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like a grim, parched-mouth, sun-bleached day- After a half block, Harvey .glances once over
after-Las- Vegas hangover until suddenly Los his shoulder. "Well, we .sure asked the right
Angeles explodes in a flash of lush green palm person," he says, with ne;>irony intended. We
trees and red taillights 'at rush hour, the Cali- drive the brain down Sunset and Wilshire,
fornia sky tilting ultraviolet over the Pacific. Rodeo and Hollywood, and finally hole up in
Harvey reads from the map the whole way, lit-- Santa Monica.
erally reads to me likeit's the story of job. We We've come to L.A. so that Harvey can
meet one of the doctors to whom he
oncesent slices of Einstein's brain
for research. Yet Harvey can't seem
to reach him-ean't recall his name,
when I ask. Meanwhile', I've made
plans to meet Roger Richman, the
president of his own celebrity-li-
censing agency and the man who
represents the beneficiaries of the
estate of Albert Einstein, which it-
pass a Chanel-earringed Asian woman, driving self is presided over by Hebrew University in
a red BMW with a vanity plate that reads :Jerusakm. Richman polices trademark in-
2SUCCESS. It.seems every car here gleams with fringements, hawks trade shows for Einstein
its own declaration of erotic or financial contraband, and decides just how the image of
prowess: 8MILL; ORGAZ; MONEY. On the radio, the physicist will be used in advertisements and
we get an action-news update about a disgrun- on merchandise around the world. When I first
a
tled circus clown who's stolen car, busting for called Richman from Kansas and told him that
freedom on 1-110. And, packed in, moving five I was heading his way with Harvey and the
abreast, having apparently passed our desirable brain, he was curt. "The brain is at the Smith-
exit some miles ago, we're completely lost for sonian," he said. "And I'd rather not have you
the first time all trip. bring that man along."
When we finally escape the highway, we're , And although the brain has never been near
somewhere in West Hollywood, though we are the Smithsonian, actually, and is authentically
looking for Santa Monica and the ocean. At a still in our trunk, I'm: forced to make up some
gas station, I approach a stocky, balding guy in polite excuse when I leave Harvey-something
short sleeves and a tie. He works foi:Kodak as a about seeing a friend. I drop him at the beach,
field engineer. He gives me directions and then where he finds a senior center and spends the
asks where I'm from. Once he's registered our day writing postcards, making pals, playing
vitals, the expression on his face looks like a , cards. Then I guiltily head over to Richman's
billboard for the country of the dumbfounded. Beverly Hills office.
"No fuck, you got Einstein's brain right over Richman, fifty-three, is a big; powerful man
there?" he says. "No fucking way. Right in.that with big, powerful ideas and a full head of
trunk? The car with the little old man? Are you thickly parted, natural hair. He wears an Izod-
making a fucking movie of this? Holy fuck." He . type green short-sleeve shirt. He greets me by
pulls out a business card with a picture of him- saying, "You got the brain with you?" And then
self on it, sporting a full head of half-synthetic he starts laughing.
hair. "That was in my Hair Club days," he says, He ushers me, into his office, a spacious, clut-
without hesitation. "You gotta put me in this tered room strewn with unlicensed celebrity
fucking article. I'm the guy who gave you direc- products, and before we begin our interview he
tions to the ocean. Einstein's fucking brain! ' puts a tape recorder next to mine, turns 'it on,
What the fuck next? Aliens, right?" and, in this most self-referential of Cities, an-
About five blocks down, we realize that Hair nounces that he is taping for the autobiography
Club has given us bum directions. We drift to he intends to write someday. "I would like to
the curb and ask-help from the first person who say that I'm a marketing genius," he an-
; -.;-t appears on the other side .of our rolled-down nounces.
, window: a cross-dresser in body-hugging, black Richman proceeds to tell me the illustrious
; e leather with thin, shaven legs that seem six history of-Richman. How, eighteen years ago,
n feet high and a tiara of some sort in his hair. the son of Bela Lugosi sued Universal Studios
,j He's an attractive woman and knows it and
acts like he's been expecting us, bends into the
for a percentage of profits made from the image
of his father as Dracula. And although he lost
window seductively, and gives ,precise direc- the lawsuit, the judgment contained one para-
tions, then says, "Hurry now, y'all don't want graph stating that whereas the studio owned
to miss that romantic sunset over the Pacific." the rights to Dracula and the family did not
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He continues. "When I travel into the ing for Harvey and Einstein's brain to visit
heartland of America-I go backpacking a with students at Independence High School,
lot-and talk about what I'm doing, oh, these one of the biggest in the country.
people, they won't let me' shut up. They just Gonzalez has reserved us rooms at the Bilt-
ask question after question after question. I'm more Hotel; but when, we arrive around 2:00
like a hero to them. Around here, no one A.M., out on some industrial edge of San Jose,
cares, Dead stars, oh, forget it. You're an agent there is only one available room left, with a
for the dead, you're a joke, c'mon." a
single bed. "Why, I'm sure it's big one," says
Harvey with a nervous chuckle.
I ask for a cot. And by the time I
roll it into the room, the gray duf-
fel is up on the television with the
weather on and Harvey is,snorkel-
ing through his suitcase, each item
of his clothing-c-his silk pajamas, a
4gers sweatshirt, .his slippers, and a
dress shirt-wrapped in ce 110-
phane. He has brought two suits for
But Richman is convinced that he's having tomorrow, neatly folded like big bat wings in
the last laugh, in no small part thanks to Ein- his case, a black winter worsted wool and a
stein, who's gone global. In Japan, Einstein's baby-blue leisure-type suit that puts me ih
image is used in a commercial for a video game mind of a carnival barker or a midwestern alu-
called 3DO; in Hungary, his mug is plastered minum-siding salesman.
on billboards for a local telephone company; in . I collapse on the cot: and no sooner do I hit
South Africa, he advertises insurance. "He's the pillow than I'm wide awake. But I keep my
the most widely recognized human being that head buried as Harvey putters about the room.
ever lived," declares Richman. "In China"- I can hear him running water in the sink,
where Richman has recently brokered a deal clearing his throat, ironing. I can hear him
for Einstein T-shirts-"they're limited to one rustling through his cellophane-wrapped
child per family, and every single parent calls clothes, then perusing his various articles on
their one child 'my little Einstein.!" He smiles Einstein, preparing for his lecture, I can hear
at the thought. something that sounds like an electric tooth-
"China is a cultural wasteland," he says em- brush. Before the sun rises, he finally beds
phatically. "They've never heard of John down, and his breathing slows and then grows
Wayne. They've never heard of Steve Me- deeper like a river running into pools. Instead
Queen. They've never seen any of their of snoring, there's a sweet lowing in his theta-
movies. But Einstein, they know." gasps for air, and finally it puts me to sleep tab.
When I wake to the crunching of Harvey eat-
SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. ing caramel corn, it's 8:00' A.M., andhe's half-
FEBRUARY 26, 1997. dressed, having opted for the black suit with
black suspenders and a gray turtleneck, though
H
arvey is to give a talk on Einstein's the weather is verging on summer. Sarah Gon-
. brain in S~n Jose; Before we left Prince- . zalez calls and announces that she's in the lob-
ton, he rooted through the letters he by, nearly an hour early. While Harvey primps,
keeps in a shoe box-letters from an oddball I go to meet her. She's the only person at the
collection of fans and groupies, critics and psy- bar, busily doing something with her hands.
chos, everywhere from Denmark to New When I come closer, I realize that she is press-
Zealand, everyone from angry rabbis demand- ing on a set of acrylic fingernails. For a mo-
ing the brain for burial to elegiacal schoolkids ment, she doesn't notice that I'm standing
cutely waxing juvenile 'about trying to figure, there, and we both admire her handiwork.
out relativity-and called a woman named When she looks up, she seems surprised. "Oh,"
Sarah Gonzalez, someone he doesn't know but she says, extends an automatic hand with half
who had- written to him a few years ago ran- new nails and half bitten ones, and peeks
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domly asking for a piece of the brain. When around me for Harvey and the brain.
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she heard from Harvey, she felt that the Lord Sarah Gonzalez is a short, pretty, quick-mov-
God had intervened on her behalf. Ever since 'ing Filipino woman with black-and-gold sun-
his call, she has been busy informing San Jose glasses and an ostentatious emerald car. In her
of our arrival, contacting the mayor and the mood and mannerisms she reminds me of a
local media, trying to set up a dinner party for 'brushfire in a high wind. She personifies the im-
leading lights in the community, and arrang- migrant's dream. A former executive secretary,
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she is now the president of her own company, his own suit, by comparison; dull and aged;
Pacific Connections, which markets biomass there's a tiny hole in one knee of his heavy suit
energy conversion--or, as she puts it, "turning pants. He clears his throat repeatedly arid starts
.cornstalks to megawatts." Next week, 'she tells to chuckle. "Do you know a fella named Bur-
me, she will be in Manila meeting with the Fil- roughs, William Burroughs?" She's never heard
ipino president, Fidel V. Ramos, in hopes of of him. Harvey tries again.
bringing the gift of energy-more lights and "Where does Gates live?"
televisions-to her country of birth. "Bill Gates, Dr. Harvey? That would be
When Harvey comes chugging out, she Seattle, I think. Isn't that right, Mike? Seattle,
blanches,' then starts forward. "Dr. Harvey, I Mike?"
presume," says Gonzalez, clucking and bowing "I thought that fella lived right here in Sili-
her head, "I can't believe there is someone liv- con Valley," says Harvey, hawkeyeing the
ing and breathing who was so close to Ein- streets suspiciously. A little later on, Harvey's
stein." Harvey has removed the brain from the more at ease, sets himself chuckling again.
gray duffel and now holds the T upperware con- "Those are the funniest looking trees," he says.
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tainer in his hand, though the plastic is cloud- "They are palm trees, Dr. Harvey," says
ed enough that you can really only see urine- Gonzalez.
colored liquid inside. Suddenly, it .feels as 'if We are given a brief tour of "old San ]ose"-
we're not fully clothed. Even as,Harvey palms a collection of Day-Glo houses that look brand
the brain in the lobby, I feel a need to hide it. new-then stop at Gonzalez's house, a com-
Gonzalez herself doesn't notice and rushes us fortable though tightly packed bungalow on a .
into her Mercury Grand Marquis. She's a cul-de-sac where she lives with her husband
woman who enjoys the' liberal use of first and five children, two of them teenagers. A full
names. "Mike, what do you think of this scan- drum kit is set up in the living room. One gets
dal, Mike?" she asks. "This-how do you say?- the impression that when this house is full
campaign-contribution scandal, Mike?" She is there's probably nothing here but love and a
perhaps the most persistently friendly person hell of a racket. Meeting her husband, I retract
I've ever met her title and claim him as the friendliest person
Harvey sits in the front bucket seat, sunk I've ever met. "Oh, Dr. Harvey, 'what does it
down in the fine Italian leather, the fabric of feel like to be you?" he asks. He serves us cook:
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ies and milk. Finally, after photographs have of." He starts slowly for the Tupperware and
been taken on the front lawn, we start to leave. the entire audience lean .forward in' their seats,
Harvey reaches down and lifts a pinecone from crane their necks, hold their collective breath.
the perfect, chemical-fed turf. .He holds it up, For the first time, there is complete silence.
admiring its symmetry, and for reasons of his He pops the lid and unabashedly fishes
own pockets it. . around for some of the brain, then holds up a
Then we drive to Independence High, where chunk of it. It's almost like a dream-illogical-
we are picked up by a golf Cart at the front en- ly logical, shockingly normal. My first real
trance and whisked a half mile through campus. glimpse of the T upperwared brain and it is with
Harvey delivers his lecture in a dim, egg-cavern three hundred other strangers, One girl squeals,
room flooded with students and the smell of and general chaotic murmurings fill the room.
bubble gum. Some wear baggy Starter sweats or Kids come to their feet in waves of "ohhhhs"
jeans pulled low off their hips or unlaced high- and "ahhhs." The smell of formaldehyde wafts
tops; some have pierced noses or tongues or thickly over them, a scent of the ages, and
eyebrows. Some are white or Asian or Latino or drives them back on their heels.
African Amer:ican,~ A number of boys have Harvey natters on, but no one is really lis-
shaved the sides of their head and wear mop- tenirignow, just gasping at these blobs of brain.
tops or Egyptian pharaoh dos; a number of the "I took the meninges off.... This is a little bit
girls have dyed hair, all colors of the rainbow. of the cortex .. ,. He had more glial cells than
The teachers shush everyone, but the hor- the rest of us-those are the cells that nourish
, monal thrum here defies complete silence, the neurons ... "
and there's a low-level sputter of laughter like They are transfixed by the liver-colored
a car chuffing even after the ignition's been 'slices as if it were all a macabre Halloween
turned off, And then suddenly Sarah Gonzalez joke. They are repulsed and captivated by the
is introducing Harvey, the gold of her glasses man whose fingers are wet with brain. Sarah
flashing success, and Harvey, shaped like a Gonzalez stands up, slightly disheveled, flushed
black candy cane, is stumping to the podium, in the face. "Children, questions! Ask Dr, Har-
looking every bit the retired undertaker. He vey your questions!"
clears his throat and chuckles and then clears One swaggering 'boy in the back of the room
his throat again. He runs his hands up and raises his hand, seemingly offended: "Yeah; but
d~wn the side of the podium and focuses on a like, WHAT'S THE POINT?"
spot at the back of the room, rheumy-eyed, Harvey doesn't hear, puts his hand behind
squinting. These are the thir- his ear to signal that he doesn't hear, and a
teen-, fourteen-, and fifteen- teacher sitting nearby translates: "He wants to
vear-olds of America-hun- know what the point is," says the teacher po-
dreds of clear eyes reflecting litely,
back at him, brains obsessed Harvey hesitates for a second; then almost
with Silverchair, Tupac, Blos- seems angry. "To see the difference between
som, and Brandy-and Harvey your brain and a genius's," he shoots back.
seems at a loss, begins a dron- The crowd titters. A girl throws a high five
ing, discombobulated, start- at her best friend. "Dang, girl."
and-stop remembrance of Al- The old man is cool!
bert Einstein almost as if he's Another boy in the back stands. "I was told,
talking to himself. like, Einstein didn't want people to take his
"The Great Scientist would brain."
eventually come up with the Again the teacher translates, and as soon as
equation Esmc-, and how he did that I'll never Harvey processes the question he bristles.
know, heh-heh ... "Where are you getting your information?" he
"He was a friendly person. Real easy to talk says.
to, you know. Wore flannels and tennis shoes a "My world-government teacher," the boy
lot .. . . says.
"I was just real lucky to be at the right place Harvey ponders this, then responds, as if it's
at the right time ... " answer enough, "In Germany, it's very com-
Einstein's animated face is flashed on a mon to do an autopsy and take the brain out."
screen, Harvey's impassive one beneath it, When the period ends, the students storm
When Harvey senses he's losing his audience, Harvey and the brain. They want to know
he tells them about the autopsy, about the how long he's had it (forty-two years). If he
Great Scientist lying on the table and how his plans to clone it ("Way-ell, under the right
brain was removed. "He liked the fatty foods, conditions someday, I suppose it might be
you know," says Harvey. "That's what he died done"). Whether an evil dictator such as
W ,
e've reached the end of the road. Evelyn
Einstein greets us at the door to her bay-
side apartment complex in a black-
jumper, wearing two Star Trek pins and globe
, earrings. Nearly a head taller than Harvey, she
had a bad marriage, lived for a year on the
streets, then later worked as a cop in Berkeley
and afterward with cult members and their
families. She has very few remembrances of her
grandfather. Most of the letters he'd once sent
is a big-boned fifty-six-year-old, though looks her were stolen.
younger, witha short bob of brown hair. Due As she says this, Harvey still stands frozen in
to a series of illnesses over the last few years" the iniddle of the room, speechless. Evelyn
she walks in small steps and breathes heavily does what she can to politely ignore him,asks
after the slightest exertion. She gives off an au- me innocuous questions about the trip, waiting
taof enormous sadness, though her powers of for him to sit, too. But he doesn't. He, just"
humor and forgiveness seem to run equally as , stands there, his arms limply at his side. He
deep. Despite the distress that Harvey's re- breathes more quickly. Somewhere in his head,
moval of the brain caused her father-Hans virulent, "radioactive cells of what? guilt? prolif-
Albert-s-and the rest of the family, she has in- erate and mushroom. He"stands awkwardly in
vited him to her house. , the middle of the room and just won't sit, can't
Evelyn is known to be the adopted daugh- sit, holds the brain in its Tupperware, trem-
ter of Hans Albert, though the circumstance bling in his lett hand. Having arrived here,
of her lineage is, a bit clouded. At least one does he now have second thoughts? Could he
, doctor, Charles Boyd, tried but failed ro ever have 'imagined, those forty-two years ago,
match the DNA of Albert's brain matter and when he cut the brain from Einstein's head,
Evelyn's skin because of suggestions that Eve- that he would now be standing here before
lyn might actually be Albert's daughter. And Evelyn Einstein with it in his hands?
although Albert's DNA was too denatured to The fourth time that Evelyn offers him a seat
decipher, the attempt led to something of a he takes it. He laughs nervously, then clears his
row. Even as Evelyn characterizes Boyd's the- throat. ''Real good," he says. Evelyn is talking
ory as "unfortunate and unfounded," however,
her resemblance to Einstein, the mirthful play
,about cults, how frightening they are and how
what's most frightening about cults is that it's
"
.,
of light in her heavy-lidded eyes and the Pi- you and I who end up getting sucked in, how
casso shape of her face, is uncanny. Evelyn easy mind control really is. "All my friends say I
herself ruefully says, "If you, believe in what should ,start one," she says, joking. "I could
Albert said about time, then I'm really his channel Albert. I mean, when Linda Evans
grandmother anyway." , channels Ramtha she talks like .Yul Brynner.
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It's just hysterical. If this broad can spend weekends, and they had these cheeses,
channel a, 30,000-year-old guy, I you know, full-fat cheeses and nice wines."
can channel Albert." "I don't know if he was into wines," says
Having summoned his courage, Evelyn. ,
Harvey abruptly pulls out a sheaf of "I never saw him drink it myself," says Har-
photographs and slides with cresyl vey, forgetting, then perhaps remembering,that
violet stains ofaxons and glial cells, . he met Einstein only once. "Well, theinnkeep-
then plunks the T upperware on the er had a good supply of wine, and I thought it
table. "Ah, brain time," says Evelyn, and was for your grandfather. Maybe it wasn't,"
Harvey just begins talking as if he's talking to There is Some talk about the size of the
, the youngsters at Independence High School, brain. Evelyn contends that at 1,230 grams it
again. "This is a picture of the brain from differ- qualifies as microcephalic according to the
ent aspects, olfactory nerve, and so forth." He 1923 edition of Gray's Anatomy-that is,
pulls out a photo of Einstein. "I like to show smaller than normal-but Harvey insists that
this picture because it shows him as a younger the brain was normal size for a man Einstein's
man, you know, when he first came over to be age,given the fact that brains shrink over
an American. So many' ~f the photos you see of time. He lets her see some 'slides but seems un-
him are when he was an older man." willing to open rhe T upperware. When I ask
"I have a lot when he was young," says Eve- him if he'd show us pieces of the brain, he
lyn. ' , seems a bit put out, uncaps the lid for a mo-
"You do? I'll trade you some," says Harvey. ment, then almost immediately lids it. He of-
"Did you autopsy the whole body?" fers Evelyn a piece-to which she says, "That
"The whole body." would be wonderful'l-s-rhen, curiously, never
gives it. to her. Evelyn seems per-
plexed, as am I. After' all of this, it
seems, Harvey has decided that
there will be no show-and-tell with.
the actual gray matter.
. "I'm amazed' they didn't work
with the. brain earlier, right away
when he died, actually," Evelyn
says. Harvey gets uncomfortable
again, stiffening into his pillar of
"What was that like?" salt. The words slow as they come from his
,Harvey pauses a moment, clears his throat. mouth: 'something about the fissure of Sylvius,
"Why, it made me feel humble and insignifi- occipital lobe, cingulate gyrus. All of it a part
cant." . of some abstract painting, some hocus-pocus
"Did he have a gall bladder? Or had they act. "It took us a while," he says finally:'
taken it out?'" And then, as wemake plans to leave soon
"I think he still had a gall bladder. Heh-heh, for dinner, Harvey abruptly ends the meeting.
Yeah, his diet was his nemesis, you know, be- "Well, it's 'been a real play-sure," he says, tak-
cause he lived before we knew what cholesterol ing us by surprise, And then he explains: earli-
did to. the blood, so he probably walked around er, in San Jose, unbeknownst to, me, he made a' '
with high blood cholesterol, much of it being call to his eighty-five-year-old cousin in San
deposited in his blood vessels. That aorta, that Mateo and now insists that he must go spend
was just full of cholesterol plaque." the night there, assuming that I will take him
Evelyn nods. "Yeah ... well, of course, the . more than halfway back to San [ose in rush-
European diet ... my father and I would fight hour traffic, But to come this far for only half
over fat. wq.en we got a ham, we would cut off . an hour? And besides, Evelyn has rriade reser-
the fat and fry it, then fight over it. Bitterly." vations for us all to have dinner. But nothing
Evelyn smiles. ' swaysHarvey. I suggest that his <cousinjoin us
"And all that good goose grease," chimes in or that we visit his cousin in the morning after
Harvey. rush hour. Harvey stands firm; then I stand
"Oh yeah. Well, in those days goose ... well, firm. After 4,000 miles of driving, I, for one,
goose is actually a lot safer than beef, a lot less am eating with the granddaughter of Albert
cholesterol. " Einstein. Harvey gets on the phone with his
'!
J "Oh yeah? I didn't know that." , cousin and says loudly enough so that. I can
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'f-,
"It's a family that justadored fat," she says. hear, "The chauffeur won't give me a ride."
"I used to eat in a little inn up in Metuchen, 'Ever the rambler, Harvey decides to take
t ~ New Jersey, where your grandfather would public transportation-BART-and then have
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his cousin pick him up at the station. And so Einstein's brain are pouched in a white cloth,
he does. We pile into the Skylark and drive to floating in formaldehyde. When I unravel the
a nearby station, Harvey in the back seat with cloth, maybe a dozen golf-ball-size chunks of
the brain. Although Harvey and I will meet the brain spill out-parts from the cerebral cor-
again tomorrow for a visit with Marian Dia- tex and the frontal lobe. The smell of formalde-
mond, and although we will share a heartfelt
good-bye as I drop him off at the train station
hyde smacks us like a backhand, and for a mo-
ment I actually feel as if I might puke. The
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again (he on his way to the airport to fly back pieces are sealed in celloidin-s-the liver-colored
home, me off to visit friends), this parting feels blobs of brain rimmed by gold wax. I pick some
like the real end of our trip. At the station, out of the plastic container and hand a few to
Harvey opens his case and presents Evelyn Evelyn. They feel squishy, weigh about the'
with a postcard: a black-and-white photo of ' same as very light beach stones. We hold them'
himself looking pensive in a striped turtleneck, up like jewelers, marveling at how they seem
, his ear the size of a small slipper, gazing sleepy- less like a brain than-c-whati-c-some kind of
eyed at some form in the distance, some' ghost- snack food, some kind of energy chunk for ge-
ly presence. "That's a very nice one," she says nius triathletes. Or an edible product that offers
politely. the consumer world peace, space travel, eterni-
"Yessir," says Harvey. "Couldn't have been ty. Even today, the Asmat of-Irian Jaya 'believe
happier to meet ... " that to consume a brain is to gain the mystical
It all seems so anticlimactic, but so appro- essence of another person. But to be absolutely
priate. So like, Harvey. And then he's off with honest, I never.thought that, holding Einstein's
his suitc~se full of cellophane-wrapped brain, I'd somehow imagine eating it.
clothes, caught in a river of people drifting to- "So this is what all the
ward the escalators, spilling underground, the fuss is about," says Evelyn:
silver tassel of his hair flashing once, then his She pokes at the brain-
body going down and down into the cata- nuggets still in the T up-
comb's shadow. perware, laps forrnalde-
, It's not until after Evelyn and .I have had hyde on them, A security
dinner that we realize the brain is, still with guard walks by and
us. In fact, it's still sitting on the car's back glances at us; then keeps
seatin its bubble of Tupperware, lit by a walking. There is, I must
streetlight, slopping.in formaldehyde. It has admit, something en-
been there for three hours, as Evelyn told me tirely bizarre about Eve-
over dessert about the ugly schisms and legal lyn messing around with
battles inside her family for letters left behind her grandfather's brain,
by "Albi~." Given Harvey's well-documented checking his soggyneu-
guardianship ~f th~ brain, given the fact that rons. But she seems
Einstein seems to be Harvey's invisible friend, more intrigued than
it seems impossible that he's just forgotten it, grossed out. , "You
but then maybe not. Maybe, through .some could' make a nice
unconscious lapse or some odd, oblique act of necklace of this one," she says, hold- ,
intention, he hasleft it for us. A passing of ing up a circular piece of brain. 'This is pretty
the brain to the next generation. My giddi- weird, huh?" ,
ness is now rivaled only by my sudden para- Watching her in the cast of domelight-an
noia. What if it gets ripped off? impression of her sadness returning to me, the
"He left the brain?" says Evelyn. "Does he do thrill' of adrenaline confusing everything-I'm ,I
this often?" , overcome with a desire to make her happy for
"Nope," I say, and suddenly we are smiling at a moment. Without thinking, I say, "You
each other. ' should take it." Then I remind her that 'Har-
We don't look at it right away-right there vey had offered-her a piece earlier but had,
in full view of the strolling sidewalk masses- 'never given it to her. "It belongs to you any- '
but drive back to Evelyn's apartment by the way," I say. Weeks later, on the phone, she'll
bay. I stop in front of the building with the Sky- tell me, "1 wish I'd taken it." But now, sitting'
lark idling. I reach back and take the T upper- back in the teal velour of the Skylark, she says, ,
ware in myhands, then unseal the lid, and, in "I couldn't."
the domelight of the car, open the container. Instead, she puts the pieces back in the
After all these' miles, all these days on the T upperware, closes it, and hands it to me. She
road during which the vengeful gray duffel gets out of the car and heavily walks herself
taunted me, I am finally afforded the inspection inside. '
I was deniedback in New Mexico. The, bits of Which leaves just me arid the brain.
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THE FLAMINGO MOTEL. I am Robert Oppenheimer and Mahatma
FEBRUARY 28, 1997. Gandhi, Billie Holiday and Adolf Hitler,
. Honus Wagner and Olga Korbut, r am Navajo
and Cambodian and T utsi. I am T upac Amaru
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e drive the East Shore Freeway to Uni- .and NASA astronaut. I am a scatterling, I am II
versity Avenue-skirting the bay, all billionaire, I am a person in a field in North
black and glassed-over, San francisco Dakota about to be abducted by a UFO. It's
on the other side like So many lit-up missile si- possible, too, that I am nobody, or rather only
los-and then head toward Shattuck Avenue, myself, slightly dazed and confused, curled in a
Although I'm exhausted, I suddenly feel very question mark in a pink motel with Einstein's
free, have this desire to start driving back brain on the pillow by my head.
across America, sans Harvey. On the radio, When I wake the next morning, craving cof-
there's a local talk show about UFOs, an expert fee, there is only the world as I know it again-
insisting that in February 1954, Eisenhower the desk chair in its place, the wrappered soap
disappeared for three days, allegedly making in the shower, the brain sitting demurely on its
contact with aliens. pillow, the Flamingo still the Flamingo, with
Although there is no convention that we cigarette burns in the rusty rug. There's a sud-
know of in Berkeley, we soon find that all the den grand beauty to its shoddiness.
inns are .full. All the inns but the Flamingo When I step outside into the bright early-
Motel-a pink, cement, L-shaped, Forties- morning sun of California, I have the top off the
style two-story with a mod neon rendering of T upperware. And although later I will return
a flamingo. A fleabag. But it's enough. A dou- the brain to Harvey; I am for a brief moment the
ble bed, a bathroorn..a rotary phone, Some man with the plan, the keeper of the cosmos.
brother partyers have an upstairs room at the Do I feel the thing that all totems and fetishes
far end of the motel and are drinking cases of make people feel? Something that I can believe
Pabst Blue Ribbon. As I carry the brain up to in? A power larger than myself that I can submit
my room, they eye me, then hoot and toss to? Salvation? Have I touched eternity?
their crushed cans over the banister into the I'm not sure. The beer cans strewn in the
parking lot. . parking lot make out the rough shape of Amer-
Insideour room, we are hit with an indus- ica, surrounded by pools of sudsy, gold liquid.
trial-size wallop of disinfectant. The room is And the birds have come down out of the sky
. the size of a couple of horse stalls with a rust- and they're drinking from it. Even now, the
colored unvacuumed shag rug scorched with universe is filling with dark matter. We are
cigarette burns. A few stations come in on the slowing down. Snowballs the size of jumbo
television, which is bolted high on the wall. trucks are pelting our atmosphere. Perhaps a
Nightline is getting to the bottom of the sheep- meteor has just been bumped into a new flight
cloning business. It's been a long day, and yet pattern, straight toward Earth, and we won't
the brain has got me pumped up. I try to make know anything about it until it explodes us all,
a phone call, but the phone is broken. I try to as meteors once exploded the dinosaurs: .
write some postcards, but my pen explodes. By But I am here now. In the .now now. Day
some trick of the room's mirror, it seems that has come back up from the other side of the
there are lights levitating everywhere. Finally, earth, the birds have come down from the sky.
pot quite knowing what to do, I go to bed, I Ther~'are flashes of orange light, the air is
.put Einstein's brain on one pillow and rest my flooded with honeysuckle. I feel something I
own head. on the other one. next to it, fewer can't quite put my finger on, something eu-
than four inches away. Just to see. I've come phoric but deeply unsayable. Is it love or just
4,000 miles for this moment, and now all I do not hate? Is it joy or just not sadnessj For a
is fall asleep. Light from the road slips over moment, all of time seems to flow through the .
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~1 ,, the traffic noise dims. I can hear beer cans and the present, travelers packing their bags
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softly pattering down on the pavement, then arid rivering into some farther future. We are
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i it's possible that I suddenly have three wives no ending of the world, of America, of our- .
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f I've become Harvey himself, that I open up rence, in some light wave, in some shimmer of
bodies to find more bodies and open those bod- time, we are out there now, and forever, exist-
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time. It's possible that, in ,some fifth dimension, ues to exist, here in my hands. _