The Genius Box

Mr. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. “Well, I never!” said he. “I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it after all.”

“I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining.”

— Arthur Conan Doyle, “The Red-Headed League”

When I was a kid living in the Long Island suburbs, I sometimes got called a math genius. I didn’t think the label was apt, but I didn’t mind it; being put in the genius box came with some pretty good perks. For one thing, the kids who thought I was a genius at math had lower expectations of me when it came to other things, so to the extent that I was endowed with a normal measure of certain traits (like a healthy sense of humor), people were impressed by how normal I was — and to the extent that I had deficits of athleticism or common sense, people tended to be forgiving: “What do you expect? He’s a genius!” (See Endnote #1, though.)

There were other kids I heard about, most of them living in New York City and attending Stuyvesant High School and the Bronx High School of Science, whose mathematical achievements were described in awed tones on the high school math grapevine, and I envied their endowments and their successes, but I didn’t think they were geniuses either. They knew lots of things that I didn’t know — things I wanted to know — but they didn’t know things in a different way than I did. The things those kids knew weren’t facts, but rather habits of thought: the kind of habits that won you top honors in math competitions and science fairs.

I got acquainted with some of those kids in my junior and senior years of high school, and they were awesomely good at solving math problems, but there was no uncanny aspect of their performance that seemed worth explaining away by appealing to some mystical inborn attribute like “genius”.


Then I went off to college, and shook off the “genius” label for good. I may have been an outlier in my home town, but I wasn’t one now. And that was a good thing; I’d found my people, and the pleasure of fitting in far exceeded the pleasure of standing out. I didn’t miss being called a genius, and I haven’t missed it since.

Or I didn’t think I missed it, till a few years ago when a friend of mine said “You know, I’ve known you and one other really smart math person, John D’Oh” [obviously not his real name; you may have heard of him, and I certainly had] “and I can’t really appreciate on a content level what either of you does professionally. But I knew John pretty well in college, and I’ve seen both of your minds in operation, and I can see the difference between you and him: you’re a really smart person and John’s a genius.” And part of me imagined replying: “Oh, yeah? How would you know?” So obviously there is something about the “genius” badge that I still covet.

By the way, Prof. D’Oh recently came into a bit of public notoriety that hinged on his lack of tact and social skills — so, I’m good. (A little bit of schadenfreude goes a long way.)

The fact is, I still wear a badge; it just says “mathematician” rather than “genius”. When I’m meeting people for the first time, and I say that I’m a mathematician, they may say “I hated math” or they may say “I loved math”, but either way, the next things they say usually make it clear that they’ve decided that I must be very smart, and that what I have to say is worth hearing. It’s been interesting to observe how, in other social situations where my badge doesn’t gets flashed, people don’t defer to my comments and observations nearly as much. At some point, when I’m hopefully wiser, I’d like to write about this kind of “math privilege”.

I’m aware that the “genius” badge (like the related, more common “gifted” badge) is harmful for some kids; they become self-conscious about making mistakes that could cause them to forfeit the badge, which ironically causes them to freeze up intellectually and not achieve their full potential. Fortunately that never happened to me. I’ve only recently begun to wonder why I escaped this peril. By the time I went to college, I was so immune to classroom performance anxiety that in one of my classes I made a point of asking questions that I knew would make me seem slower-witted than my classmates. I chose this path because it bothered me that the teacher left out steps that quicker and more experienced students like me could figure out in our heads but that slower and less experienced students might have trouble with; I felt that it fell to me to ask the questions that other people might be asking in their heads but be too shy to ask aloud. Nobody else was doing it, and it needed to be done.

Some of the other students (as I later learned) wondered what I was up to. “Why is Jim asking these questions?” they wondered. “He’s smart; can’t he fill in those steps himself?”

What I didn’t realize then, but am coming to realize now, is that not everybody could’ve done what I did without forfeiting the esteem of classmates. I may not have been wearing the “genius” badge anymore, but I was still wearing two other badges that made people say “Jim’s smart” even when my behavior might have made them think otherwise. I’m referring, as some of you have already guessed, to my “white” badge and my “male” badge. When a person who looks and sounds like me asks a dumb question (and yeah, I know, “there are no dumb questions”, but you know what I mean, so I’ll keep using that handy phrase), people tend to say “Why is this smart person asking such a dumb question?”, or sometimes even “Wow, he must be even smarter than I thought, if he feels so confident about himself that he’s willing to ask such a dumb question.” Whereas, when a person who doesn’t look or sound like me asks a dumb question, people tend to say “Huh, maybe she isn’t as smart as I thought.” (See Endnote #2.)


I know my essays are long, but now I invite you to take a break to read something even longer: Moon Duchin’s wide-ranging and thought-provoking essay on the sexual politics of genius, which she wrote in 2004 (between proving theorems in Teichmüller theory) as a grad student at the University of Chicago. It’s not an easy read, or even a comfortable read, if like me you’ve uncritically lionized some of the icons of genius she’s scrutinizing through a cultural critic’s lens, and/or if like me you’ve been a beneficiary of the modern idea of The Genius.

I call it a modern idea, because when the term “genius” was first used in reference to the creative process, it meant something quite different from what it’s come to mean today. In the Roman empire, geniuses were divine spirits that, on artists’ lucky days, helped them do their best work. Perhaps one of my readers will educate me about the respective nature of muses, daimons, and geniuses in Greek and Roman times; it seems to me that there’s a bit of murky overlap. (See Endnote #3.)

Duchin’s guided tour starts with the public images of several iconic geniuses of the twentieth century. When I started reading the passages about Feynman, Hawking, Erdős, and Ramanujan, it was hard for me to resist the temptation to reflexively rise to their defense. I had to remind myself that the four are not her main focus; Duchin wants us to notice the cultural narratives that surround these men and that influence subsequent generations, spreading the message “This is what a genius is.” If you want to be a genius, you can be as chaste as Erdős or as randy as Feynman, but you’d better be a man, or be prepared to be de-gendered like Emmy Noether. (Duchin doesn’t cite prototype theory, but it seems related to the subtle ways in which discrimination perpetuates itself.) Duchin writes “I argue that linguistic and iconic factors conspire to create a genius ideal that is inaccessible to women in an ongoing way, even as the doors of material and mental opportunity open to them.”

Duchin then takes us back to the origin of the modern concept of genius. We begin to see the pivot in a description of Isaac Newton penned by one of his contemporaries: “Does he eat, drink and sleep like other men? I cannot believe otherwise than that he is a genius, or a celestial intelligence entirely disengaged from matter.” Here the word “genius” is being used in something close to its original sense, and when Newton is called a genius, the use is metaphorical. The real switch comes in the work of European authors in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. I won’t repeat all the examples Duchin lays out, but they all witness the construction of “genius as an identity, with mystique and maleness at the fore”. (Note the word “mystique”; more on this later.) We see “a metonymic shift from the ancient notions (a spirit of genius and works of genius) to the modern model (people who embody the spirit).” By way of the idea of a person-of-genius we arrive at the modern idea of the genius-as-person, and the image is a male one.

In critiquing the idea of genius, Duchin is not making some sort of glib postmodernist claim that all assertions of value are culturally determined and that hence those assertions are empty of meaning. “Exposing genius as falling far short of its rumored objectivity and clarity does not compel us to jettison the core intuition. The problem is not being able to extricate instances of genius from the social factors of designation and judgment, and from its legacy of celebrating a solitary masculine heroic ideal.” (Note the word “solitary”; more on this later.)

I take heart from the recent spate of attention that the late mathematician Maryam Mirzakhani has gotten, in the aftermath of her death, and just as important, the nature of the coverage her work and her career were given. It’s vastly premature to announce that the concept of the genius has lost its sexist character, but I think things are better now than when Duchin wrote her essay in 2004.


I don’t agree with everything Duchin says, but I strongly suspect that I’ll agree with her more and more as I continue to mull over her point of view. Near the heart of my difficulty with Duchin’s essay is my knot of complicated feelings about Richard Feynman. I loved his two autobiographical books “Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!” and “What Do You Care What Other People Think?” when I was a teenager, and I still love many of his ideas about science and science education. I was especially taken with Feynman’s description of how abandoning his desire to live up to people’s expectations freed him to do his best work, and his prescription for success: “Study hard what interests you the most in the most undisciplined, irreverent and original manner possible.” And also: “What do you care what other people think?” This advice worked pretty well for me in my mathematical career.

But Duchin makes me ask, for whom does Feynman’s advice work well? Who in our culture is forgiven for putting aside personal relationships in the name of single-minded pursuit of truth? Who is permitted to be a joker? And, on the other hand, who in our culture is taught from an early age to care what other people think?

As Duchin writes:

Commentators from the popular press seized on Feynman as busting that stodgy professor image once and for all: “If a single book can shatter the stereotype of the stuffy scientist, this may be the one,” proclaimed the Detroit Free Press. Of course, in shattering the old image, a new ideal is constructed; one of the most startling realizations about the effect of this account of Feynman is that in some ways it acts as a selection pressure on future physicists. As Science Digest puts it, “It almost makes you want to become a physicist” — though of course this must depend on the relationship of your self-image to the exploits that Feynman put up for offer.

Also, who gets to study hard what interests them the most? Everyone? Class and economic advantage play a role. Even the case of Ramanujan illustrates this. Ramanujan’s rise from obscurity to fame can be read as a validation of meritocracy, but Duchin reminds us that he came from the Brahmin caste and thus had more educational opportunities than the average Indian of his day. And even then, most of the English mathematicians he wrote to ignored him; if Hardy hadn’t taken Ramanujan’s strange letter seriously, there might be no Ramanujan story for us to retell.


Duchin points out that, while there are many people who, like me, took inspiration from Feynman’s popular books or from E.T. Bell’s “Men of Mathematics”, it’s hard to measure the negative impacts of these books. “It goes without saying that people discouraged from pursuing mathematics by Bell’s forceful images are much harder to find on the record.”

And books are just a small part of the picture. There’s a whole math-macho culture that feeds, and feeds on, those books and others like them. If we ask “Is everyone in the classroom comfortable with what’s happening here?”, and we approvingly note all the raised hands, we’re not seeing the unraised hands of those who have already left the room.

And even when all the people one meets are welcoming, there’s something about being different that can make one self-conscious, in a way that makes it harder to focus on what everyone else is focussing on. The notion of stereotype threat has gotten some press lately; I want to also bring people’s attention to the slightly less-discussed notion of solo-status.

I haven’t met people who were so turned off by the books by Bell and Feynman that they avoided math and physics entirely, but I’ve heard a bunch of stories over the years that go like this: “I really liked math, and I thought I was good at it, but then my freshman year roommate was this guy who just blew me away mathematically, so I figured I probably wasn’t that good at it after all, so I should major in something else.” The punchline of the story is always “And his name was …” (insert name of really famous mathematician here). Part of what drove those disaffections from math is the myth that to have a happy life in mathematics, you have to be one of the very best. In the invidious words of Alfred Adler (quoted by Duchin): “A mathematician is great or he is nothing.” Jordan Ellenberg writes: “One of the most painful aspects of teaching mathematics is seeing my students damaged by the cult of the genius. That cult tells students that it’s not worth doing math unless you’re the best at math — because those special few are the only ones whose contributions really count.”

I’m sure that the prevalent image of the solitary genius also dissuades some mathematically-inclined people from the math life. Never mind that number theorist Andrew Wiles first gained prominence from his collaborative ventures with Coates, Mazur, and others; the image that sticks in people’s minds is Wiles working in isolation for seven years. The stories of Alexandre Grothendieck and Grigori Perelman tap into the pre-existing fairy-tale trope of solitary effort and long-deferred reward and give it further fuel, in a self-sustaining cycle.

As a corrective, it’s helpful to remind people that the twentieth century’s most prolific mathematician, Paul Erdős, was manically gregarious and collaborative. But Erdős, the eccentric celibate, is a bad role model in other ways. He liked to repeat his friend Paul Turán’s quip: “A mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems.” Devoting one’s life exclusively to math worked for Erdős, but it wouldn’t work for most other people, women or men. Turán himself was no “Turán machine”; he married the mathematician Vera Sós and raised their two children with her.

I like mathematician Cristopher Moore’s rewrite of Turán’s adage: “Mathematicians are devices for turning coffee, red wine, delicious food, world travel, the sight of beautiful gardens, the rhythm of poetry and literature, delightful partners, the joy of raising children, and excellent sex into theorems.” And see Endnote #5.


Near the end of her essay Duchin suggests: “Maybe a partial remedy is restoring genius to its adjectival form from its now-dominant identity status.”

A similar suggestion comes from the writer Elizabeth Gilbert, author of the runaway best-seller “Eat, Pray, Love” as well as other books (such as her widely praised novel “The Signature of All Things” about an invented nineteenth century woman scientist). Just as Feynman felt the crushing weight of people’s expectations in the aftermath of his early successes in physics, Gilbert struggled with how to approach the job of writing in the aftermath of “Eat, Pray, Love”. Actually, Gilbert’s struggles with the writing life predated her success, and what she found most helpful was to partly disclaim her own role in the writing process, and to attribute the parts of her creativity beyond her conscious control to an external agency — a genius, in the antique sense. During a bleak patch in her process of writing “Eat, Pray, Love”, she addressed her genius aloud, saying:

“Listen you, thing, you and I both know that if this book isn’t brilliant that is not entirely my fault, right? Because you can see that I am putting everything I have into this, I don’t have any more than this. If you want it to be better, you’ve got to show up and do your part of the deal. But if you don’t do that, you know what, the hell with it. I’m going to keep writing anyway because that’s my job. And I would please like the record to reflect today that I showed up for my part of the job.”

Gilbert’s suggestion, voiced eloquently in her much-viewed TED talk, is that, given how little we understand about how creativity works, we could do worse than revive, as a working metaphor if not a literal belief, the old idea of the genius as visiting, collaborating, or inhabiting spirit. It’s a bit like the way the “higher power” of Alcoholics Anonymous works, but for unlocking creativity rather than coping with addiction: if you can psych yourself into believing that your best work draws from an external source, you’ll be able to relax in ways that enable you to do your best work, whether or not it’s true. (Gilbert believes, or tries to believe, that the source is external; I’d love to live in an enchanted world containing divine spirits, but having seen no evidence of them, I’m reluctantly led to disbelieve.)

One thing I take from Gilbert’s talk is that, even if the visiting genius is capricious, there are better and worse ways to coax it into visiting, or at least to be prepared for its visits. For instance, you can try to have a writing pad or voice recorder on hand at all times so that, if something comes to you in a moment of inspiration, you can grab that song or poem or proof before it evaporates.

Taking Gilbert’s ideas in a different direction, I would say that for a mathematician (and probably for other sorts of scientists), it’s extremely helpful to see things differently on some days than others, and possibly even helpful to be more intelligent on some days than others. For instance, on the days when you feel inspired, you should write things down, and on the days where you feel — what’s the opposite of “inspired”? “expired”? — you should read the things you’ve written on your inspired days, to see if you understand them, because if you can’t, your readers probably won’t either. Or at least this is a form of solace that I try to psych myself into believing on days when my thinking seems dishearteningly muddled.


I don’t think we’ll be able to dislodge the notion of genius-as-person; it’s too entrenched. And I don’t think we can convince most people to believe that external spirits are the drivers of their creativity. But we can chip away at the idea of The Genius in other ways. For instance, we can subvert the elitism of the idea by repeating Thomas Edison’s recipe for genius (1 part inspiration to 99 parts perspiration). Because hey, whatever other sorts of glands we possess or lack, we’ve all got sweat glands.

I also think that we can do a lot of good by resisting, on every level, the temptation to dazzle people with our brilliance. We have to ask ourselves: if we present a clever solution to a puzzle without indicating how we found it, are we implicitly teaching people that there are people like us who see such things instantly and people like them who never can? Just as mushrooms thrive in darkness, the genius myth thrives on a withholding of information. Mark Kac, in his 1995 book Enigmas of Chance, tries to draw a distinction between smart people and geniuses.  Actually, he draws a distinction between “ordinary geniuses” and “magicians”, which transposes  the smart-person versus genius theme into a whole new octave. But the point I want to stress is the way Kac distinguishes between his two categories:

An ordinary genius is a fellow that you or I would be just as good as, if we were only many times better. There is no mystery as to how his mind works. Once we understand what they have done, we feel certain that we, too, could have done it. It is different with the magicians. … Even after we understand what they have done, the process by which they have done it is completely dark. They seldom, if ever, have students because they cannot be emulated and it must be terribly frustrating for a brilliant young mind to cope with the mysterious ways in which the magician’s mind works.

The difference between an ordinary math genius and a math magician is that the magician’s thought-processes are obscure. Does anyone see a moral hazard for mathematics here? If you are an ordinary genius and want to be thought a magician, all you have to do is not explain where your ideas come from!

Most smart people want other people to think they’re smart, and it’s all too easy to cultivate an appearance of brilliance by presenting the fruits of our labors without explaining the arduous processes that yielded them. But when we do this, to the benefit of our reputations, we pollute the intellectual commons with false impressions about who we are and the nature of the work we do. We need more smart people to rise to the challenge of making their leaps of intellect intelligible to others. We need more smart people to willingly trade the mystique of genius for the gratitude of others who want to learn things from them. And we also need a world that will reward smart people (all of them!) for doing this.

We’ll always tell stories and we’ll always want heroes, and journalists and other story-tellers will tend to tell the kinds of stories people like to hear. It’s a feedback loop that can’t be easily broken but, over time, it can be altered. (See Evelyn Lamb’s two essays listed in the References.) I’m hoping that in the future we’ll dislodge ideas about mystical ingrained abilities with stories that focus less on endowment and sudden flashes of unexplained insight and more on people’s steady efforts in communities of people working together, engaged in the fun, frustrating, fulfilling work of figuring things out.

I’d like to hear from some of my readers (especially ones who disagree with me) about anything I’ve written above.

Thanks to Jordan Ellenberg, Sandi Gubin, Piper Harron, Brian Hayes, David Jacobi, Izabella Laba, Evelyn Lamb, Cris Moore, Cathy O’Neil, and Shecky Riemann.

Next month (April 17): Who Knows Two?


#1. In my own family, the word “genius” (applied to me) was typically used ironically or in affectionate exasperation over my absent-mindedness, to such an extent that when my parents once called my six-year-old sister a genius, she took it as an insult and said “Don’t call me a genius!”

#2. I once had a conversation with a woman mathematician friend of mine about a related phenomenon: what happens when a teacher tells students “That’s a great question, and I don’t know the answer; let me get back to you about it.” She argued that men can get away with this more than women, and over the years I’ve come around to her point of view. She told me that many of her calculus students wrote on their teaching evaluations “Teacher does not understand the subject”, and that her colleagues (who were men) didn’t have this problem, even though anyone with a Ph.D. in math from a top-level institution is bound to understand as comparatively simple a subject as college calculus. My friend had run afoul of a phenomenon that has been well-attested elsewhere: students are not objective when it comes to assessing teaching quality, and their preexisting stereotypes influence their evaluations. (See for instance this new article by Colleen Flaherty.) The fact that the students in this particular incident were all women at an all-women’s college makes the incident more depressing but not necessarily more surprising; the study of the phenomenon of women being prejudiced against women goes back to the work of Philip Goldberg in the 1960s.

#3. There’s irony in the fact that the Muses, those near-kindred of the geniuses of antiquity, were women, whereas the incarnations of genius whom writers in the 19th century, without conscious metaphoric intent, simply called “geniuses”, were seen as flowers of a particular subtype of masculine excellence.

#4. One of Ellenberg’s sentences deserves special attention: “Genius is a thing that happens, not a kind of person.”

#5. I especially like Cris Moore’s insinuation that for the serious mathematician, the pursuit of pleasure is a professional duty: if you feed your body food that isn’t delicious, or settle for sex that is merely passable, you won’t live up to your full mathematical potential.

#6. Other topics I hoped to fit into the essay were the distinction between quick thinkers and deep thinkers and the distinction between early bloomers and late bloomers; we associate genius with rapidity and precocity, but people who make important contributions to math aren’t always the lightning-quick prodigies of the genius myth. (I already mentioned Raoul Bott in one of my earlier essays; can readers provide other examples of mathematicians who weren’t quick but made profound contributions?) Also, pre-reader David Jacobi suggests that one quality we should celebrate in our scientific and mathematical heroes, as a separate thing from brilliance per se, is curiosity. It surely isn’t coincidental that many of the accomplishments that lead us to celebrate certain people as “geniuses” were driven by passionate curiosity. Giving rein to our curiosity may free us from self-doubt and psychological blockage just as effectively as believing in divine sources of inspiration.


Moon Duchin, “The sexual politics of genius.”

Jordan Ellenberg, “The Wrong Way to Treat Child Geniuses.”

Elizabeth Gilbert, “Your elusive creative genius”.

Piper Harron, “I Am Not Your Genius.” (lots of good links at the end!)

Mac Kac, Enigmas of Chance.

Evelyn Lamb, “Math and the Genius Myth”.

Evelyn Lamb, “The Media and the Genius Myth”.

28 thoughts on “The Genius Box

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  2. Shecky R

    One thing not even mentioned here in regards to gendered language, is that many languages, including Latin and those derived from it, are replete with gendered nouns, so there’s nothing surprising (indeed it seems natural) that words are gendered. That can’t change by fiat but only through the evolution of language and society. Someone of my age, most likely continues to mentally picture a male upon hearing a word like “lawyer” or “doctor.” But for the generation now arising that will change.
    On another note, I don’t find any problem in enjoying stories “about mystical ingrained abilities.” Indeed, I love stories about prodigies, savants, or Ramanujan and his connection to the Goddess Namagiri. Even with it’s imprecision and ambiguities, I see no more grave problem in using a word like “genius” to separate some people with remarkable mental skills or aptitude (in some area) from others, any more than I object to Michael Jordan or LeBron James being labelled a “star,” “phenom,” “whizkid,” whatever, just because of some athletic prowess beyond the norm. The fact is people are not equal; we all bring a different set and range of talents to the table.

    I would love a world where we actually only saw each other as humans (or, better yet, as primates), but the fact is we inevitably categorize each other in all sorts of ways — even just calling people “men” or “women,” “children” or “adults,” “short” or “tall,” “rich” or “poor” etc.etc. (none of which, by the way, are true binary categories) carry deep-seated and unspoken prejudices.


  3. Rick Angell

    This, from the New Yorker profile of Grigory Perelman by Sylvia Nasar and David Gruber:

    At Leningrad University, which Perelman entered in 1982, at the age of sixteen, he took advanced classes in geometry and solved a problem posed by Yuri Burago, a mathematician at the Steklov Institute, who later became his Ph.D. adviser. “There are a lot of students of high ability who speak before thinking,” Burago said. “Grisha was different. He thought deeply. His answers were always correct. He always checked very, very carefully.” Burago added, “He was not fast. Speed means nothing. Math doesn’t depend on speed. It is about deep.”


  4. goldenoj

    Excellent essay. This and Moon’s, which I somehow had never seen, are going to be reads for my capstone class. The illustrations from your family really help to drive home the idea of both the benefit of the male privilege and the wonder of how much negative effect it has in the opposite direction.


  5. Born

    Beautiful stuff!

    I’m not sure if you’ve heard this or not, but John Tate applied to study physics in graduate school because he read Men of Mathematics by Bell, and figured that only “geniuses” are able to contribute to math, and he didn’t feel like he was one of them. After a while though, he realised that what he loved most was math, and he switched.

    I’m sure there are plenty of stories like this, some worse (where the person in question gives up math altogether), but I can’t seem to think of another for now.


    1. isomorphismes

      I like this video and series quite a lot. But I don’t think it does anything to change the “genius box”. U Chicago undergrad, working at a theoretical institute (is that a picture of Feynman next to him? most of the men look the same as any theoretical institute photo I see ever), playing chess, failing his foreign language classes, “important” results normal people couldn’t care less about …… Kirby’s story is a canonical genius narrative.

      He and Freedman even joke nervously about smartness (in the highlight reel: “just the right amount smart”) — so it’s clearly important to them, and smartness is suggested as being an instrumental factor.

      I haven’t seen Federico Ardija mentioned in this post or comments. He wrote that many people (not “students”—people) can have pleasurable mathematical experiences. To provide those moments for others is a better goal than to “be” “smart”.


  6. Born

    This example might surprise many. These days kids who are slow in arithmetic would probably be put in remedial classes:

    Interviewer: Is it true that you were bad at math as a kid?
    Roger Penrose: I was unbelievably slow. I lived in Canada for a while, for about six years, during the war. When I was 8, sitting in class, we had to do this mental arithmetic very fast, or what seemed to me very fast. I always got lost. And the teacher, who didn’t like me very much, moved me down a class. There was one rather insightful teacher who decided, after I’d done so badly on these tests, that he would have timeless tests. You could just take as long as you’d like. We all had the same test. I was allowed to take the entire next period to continue, which was a play period. Everyone was always out and enjoying themselves, and I was struggling away to do these tests. And even then sometimes it would stretch into the period beyond that. So I was at least twice as slow as anybody else. Eventually I would do very well. You see, if I could do it that way, I would get very high marks.”


  7. Sarah Phillips

    Thanks for this! I particularly appreciate the places where you describe how your prespective has changed as a result of listening to and considering others’ perspectives. The habit of seeking and considering other perspectives is so essential to any and all who enjoy privilege, whether it be male, white, math, education, socioeconomic etc.

    Further to the theme of privilege, and your comment in footnote #5, I wonder where you see movements like #MeToo in the genius narrative. When you described the importance of good food and good sex, I interpreted that as an argument for a balanced nurturing of the body and mind to support one’s best work (and self), rather than a singular focus on intellectual pursuits; however, I wonder how often that is distorted into an entitled hedonism (sometimes at the expense of others) by those with ‘genius’ status. I think that possibility is important to consider, particularly when seeking to empathise with those who have less privilege, and to understand ‘those who have left the room’.

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    1. jamespropp Post author

      There’s an all-too prevalent notion that certain individuals (be they sports stars, movie moguls, or geniuses) should be given a pass from the ordinary rules of conduct, and the current “#MeToo moment” is rightfully questioning that.


  8. Marvin J. Dainoff PhD CPE

    Extraordinary insight. I have had a successful life doing behavioral research in which some of my happiest hours have been immersed in data analysis. However, because I am slow I always got low math scores on tests. Even now, I read math books for fun but need my wive to check the amount of a tip. Great article and great comments.


  9. jamespropp Post author

    Since I mentioned Isaac Newton as a pivotal figure in the development of the modern notion of genius, I should repeat Newton’s own account of how he came upon his discoveries: “I keep the subject constantly before me, and wait ’till the first dawnings open slowly, by little and little, into a full and clear light.”

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    1. isomorphismes

      This sounds similar to an answer given by J Simons when asked how he figured out futures trading.

      (Lest I be seen to promote the genius—stock market connection: AUM is the easier factor to budge in the equation AUM*alpha ∝ earnings; not everybody gets to invest in the Medallion Fund; and JS’s first fund didn’t work out.)


  10. Shecky R

    Some savants claim synaesthesia, seeing numbers as colors and shapes, assists their mathematical skills, but I’ve never seen a good explanation of how Ramanujan’s mind worked mathematically — given the amount of time he spent with leading mathematicians of his day in one of the finest institutions in the world, it seems bizarre that no one can describe what was going on inside his head, or why at any given time there aren’t many similar Ramanujans around the world?
    I’ve read various books/pieces on him, but not the more recent Ken Ono volume — if anyone thinks that sheds more light on his process I’d be curious to hear.


  11. Henri Picciotto

    from Fields medalist Laurent Schwartz:

    I was always deeply uncertain about my own intellectual capacity; I thought I was unintelligent. And it is true that I was, and still am, rather slow. I need time to seize things because I always need to understand them fully. Even when I was the first to answer the teacher’s questions, I knew it was because they happened to be questions to which I already knew the answer. But if a new question arose,usually students who weren’t as good as I was answered before me. Towards the end of the eleventh grade, I secretly thought of myself as stupid. I worried about this for a long time. Not only did I believe I was stupid, but I couldn’t understand the contradiction between this stupidity and my good grades. I never talked about this to anyone, but I always felt convinced that my imposture would someday be revealed: the whole world and myself would finally see that what looked like intelligence was really just an illusion. If this ever happened, apparently no one noticed it, and I’m still just as slow. (…)At the end of the eleventh grade, I took the measure of the situation, and came to the conclusion that rapidity doesn’t have a precise relation to intelligence. What is important is to deeply understand things and their relations to each other. This is where intelligence lies. The fact of being quick or slow isn’t really relevant. Naturally, it’s helpful to be quick, like it is to have a good memory. But it’s neither necessary nor sufficient for intellectual success.

    from his book A Mathematician Grappling With His Century (2001). Quoted by Jo Boaler in some of her presentations.


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  13. Gerry Myerson

    I think you have the wrong source for the coffee/theorems quote – it was Alfred Renyi, not Turan. See, e.g.,ős. I never took that quip as saying that mathematicians were exclusively devoted to doing math; I always thought it was just an observation on how much mathematicians enjoyed coffee.


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