Book Review: Helgoland by Carlo Rovelli
“Making Sense of the Quantum Revolution”
I think it was John McGehee who recommended this book in a Facebook comment. I’m genuinely grateful to him, because this turned out to be a fantastic read. It’s especially insightful for a layperson like me. At times it does get confusing, but that’s the nature of the subject, not a failing of the author.
My biggest aha moment came when Rovelli explains that what we think of as an object’s properties are actually relative to the observer. If we could not observe something, we would not even think of it as having properties. Quantum physics started to feel a bit more approachable once I grasped this core idea: reality is made up of relations rather than objects.
The explanation of superposition, especially when it involves understanding entanglement between two objects from the perspective of a third observer, was harder to wrap my head around.
One thing I really enjoyed was how Rovelli weaves in the personal histories of the great physicists in this field. It adds a human touch to an otherwise abstract topic. In the second half of the book, he dives into philosophical debates, particularly between Lenin and Bogdanov, and questions like “What does meaning mean?” I’ll admit, I sometimes wondered what this had to do with quantum physics, but the writing is clear and engaging enough that I still enjoyed it.
There’s a striking line in the book: “I is a process, not an entity.” It takes a bit of thought to unpack. What we call the “self” isn’t really a fixed object, but a flow of sensations and feelings we experience in the moment.
My favorite quote, though, comes from the nineteenth-century French philosopher Hippolyte Taine. Rovelli uses it while discussing how we perceive the world. It’s not that we passively receive signals and then interpret them. The brain is constantly predicting, and the eyes mainly report deviations from those predictions. The quote goes:
“External perception is an internal dream which proves to be in harmony with external things; and instead of calling ‘hallucination’ a false perception, we must call external perception ‘a confirmed hallucination’.”
That one really stayed with me.
A few other memorable lines from the book:
“Abandoning assumptions that seem self-evident can lead to greater understanding.”
“Never express more clearly than you are able to think.” (Niels Bohr)
“However mysterious the mind-body problem might be for us, we should always remember that it is a solved problem for nature.”
“The external point of view does not exist. Every description of the world is from inside it.”
I wholeheartedly recommend this book.

Guess who I ran into?
First Kayaking of this season
Ride to Dawsonville and back
Farmers’ Market – Before and After
There is nothing quite like getting a very early start to the morning
A tranquil morning on the lake
Taking in the spring evening
Throwback to the yesteryears
The last time you would have seen the three guys in this picture together was probably sometime in early 1994. That’s not just “a while ago” — that’s literally more than half our lives ago. Let that sink in for a moment while we all reach for our reading glasses.
Raj and I went to business school together, and then fate (and questionable corporate hiring decisions) put us in the same company for our first jobs. That’s where we met Srini. The three of us, along with a rotating cast of equally clueless and over-enthusiastic colleagues, lived in adjacent apartments in Mumbai – essentially our own version of a low-budget sitcom.
These two are remarkable in completely different ways. Take Raj, for instance. Back in the day, he casually declared that he would retire by 40. Naturally, the rest of us laughed and went back to worrying about month-end deadlines. But Raj? He actually did it. And not just retired — he’s gone on to live one of the richest, most grounded lives I know: always present for his parents, his kids, and everything that truly matters. If “living life on your own terms” had a brand ambassador, it would be him.
Srini and I, on the other hand, bonded over our shared love for writing software — because clearly, we were the cool ones. He went to IIT in my state, and I went to IIT in his. So naturally, our conversations were a delightful mess: some broken Bengali from him, some equally broken Tamil from me, and a whole lot of very passionate Informix 4GL thrown in for good measure. Honestly, it’s a miracle we understood each other at all.
Meeting again after all these years felt like no time had passed — and also like several lifetimes had. It was a magical morning, complete with us regaling the (very patient) better halves with stories from the good old days.
Stories like Raj dancing solo at Louis Kahn Plaza — as if the rest of the world didn’t exist — and Srini’s legendary “For here or to go?” moment at McDonald’s… which, trust me, deserves its own dedicated post someday.
But those are stories for another day.
P.S. Don’t I look like the paternal head in a family where the progeny has gathered around him to take, perhaps, one of those last pictures in his life? 🙂








