I have the best brother ever.
Ever since Hugh Whitemore's Breaking the Code became one of the first plays I bought for myself in high school, I have been looking fruitlessly through used book stores for the biography Whitemore used as his primary source, Alan Turing: The Enigma (1983) by Andrew Hodges.
Tonight, for my birthday, my brother handed me a copy. He ordered it somewhere off the internet; it's a solid, jacketless hardcover, slightly foxed around the edges, and it appears to have had something spilled on its endnotes. (I find this appropriate.) I read about a quarter of it when I wasn't rehearsing for Sunday's concert tonight. It's wonderful.
Possibly I will even get my non-stupid Turing poem written one of these days. But mostly I will like this book.
Ever since Hugh Whitemore's Breaking the Code became one of the first plays I bought for myself in high school, I have been looking fruitlessly through used book stores for the biography Whitemore used as his primary source, Alan Turing: The Enigma (1983) by Andrew Hodges.
Tonight, for my birthday, my brother handed me a copy. He ordered it somewhere off the internet; it's a solid, jacketless hardcover, slightly foxed around the edges, and it appears to have had something spilled on its endnotes. (I find this appropriate.) I read about a quarter of it when I wasn't rehearsing for Sunday's concert tonight. It's wonderful.
Possibly I will even get my non-stupid Turing poem written one of these days. But mostly I will like this book.
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