This novel does not come across as well-balanced. Its two main characters, Albert Einstein and
his first wife, Mileva Maric, are both unbearably flawed. Since this is historical fiction, I have to
wonder how accurate the author’s depiction is. Mileva has a birth defect in her
hip that causes her to limp, and this affliction, along with her parents’
conversations about it, has caused her to have very low expectations with
regard to her future as a mother and a wife.
Consequently, when Albert begins to shower her with attention, probably
with the ulterior motive of picking her brain, she mistakes his flirtations for
love. The two become lovers while
studying physics in Zurich, and Albert promises that his and Mileva’s eventual marriage
will be an equal partnership in science.
However, Mileva has the ideas and provides the mathematical analysis,
but Albert gets all the credit. A
“partnership” it is not. Mileva bears
Albert a daughter before they are married, but Albert never meets the
child. He blames Mileva for the unwanted
pregnancy, but really I was very disappointed that a woman of her intellect and
scholarly promise allows herself to get into this position. The two do eventually wed, but Mileva becomes
nothing more than a beleaguered hausfrau, while her husband gathers accolades
and fools around with other women. I
understand that in the early 1900s she did not have a lot of options, but her
tolerance of Albert’s abysmal behavior is just pathetic. I pity her, but I don’t respect or admire
her. I liked the straightforward
timeline in this book and Mileva’s first-person narration, but the writing is
rather nondescript, and at times I felt that I could have been reading a novel
intended for middle schoolers.
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