Who

I

am

A mercifully short autobiography

1964: facing the cameras
photo: J. Groß

I'd be extremely proud to be thought of as eccentric,
but I don't think I've done enough yet to deserve it.
David Weeks (author of "Eccentrics").

I was born in November 1963 into a student household accommodated in an attic in the city centre of Würzburg, Germany, and attended a nursery school in this neighbourhood, a stone throw away from the grave of singer-songwriter Walther von der Vogelweide (~ 1170-1230). I spent my school years in some less poetic places in (West) Germany and (Northern) France, growing up in the company of a younger brother and a multitude of cats.

I attended a secondary school that would make Hogwarts look modern in comparison, so I learned more Latin than anybody needs to know these days and a lot less biology than everybody should know. During the last two years there I spent more time on the school's magazine than on homework, writing on general cultural topics ranging from Asterix to Picasso. In freaky anticipation of what I would do later in life, this mag was called "spectrum", but my ideas of possible careers were rather vague at the time and mostly involved sitting in a Parisian pavement cafe writing books. I mean, it worked out for Sartre and Beauvoir, didn't it?

Dr Jekyll ...

As there was no obvious path leading from my pre-hogwartian school to that aspired status of coffee-house intellectual, I settled for studying chemical engineering at Karlsruhe. After one term, however, my country called, and I served as a factotum for a local charity. Returning to university, I switched to chemistry (with some extracurricular courses in the life sciences and languages) first at Marburg, then at Regensburg, where I obtained my doctorate in physical biochemistry in April 1993, working with Professor Rainer Jaenicke on the influence of high hydrostatic pressures on proteins and ribosomes.

During my seven years of post-doctoral research at the Oxford Centre for Molecular Sciences, I investigated different aspects of protein folding, including the action of molecular chaperones, and the misfolding leading to amyloid fibrils in diseases like Alzheimer's and Parkinson's.

I've always had a relaxed attitude towards my academic "career," and when my alter ego, Mr Hyde, came to dominate my life, I gave up research without too many regrets. Still, once a year, I check the science citation index, and every time I am amazed and chuffed to bits that people still cite my work after all these years.

... and Mr Hyde

For almost a decade after leaving school, I kind of disappeared from the writers radar, as I was busy with other things, including studies, starting a family, and trying to save the world by thinking globally, acting locally, and all that. However, the fun of writing up my first research papers reminded me of my previous enjoyment of high school journalism, and the idea of writing about science slowly established itself in my mind.

Since the beginning of 1993, I have been writing science journalism as a night-time hobby, at first for Süddeutsche Zeitung and Spektrum der Wissenschaft (not to be confused with the "spectrum" mentioned above, this is the German edition of Scientific American). These pieces eventually agglomerated into two general science books (Life on the Edge and Travels to the Nanoworld, published by Plenum in 1998 and 1999, respectively and later re-released as paperbacks by Perseus Books), each of which I prepared in an English version following the original German edition. My third book (Light and Life) is an English original published by Oxford University Press in 2003. I have also contributed chapters on molecular computation to two books published by Wiley-VCH. I have recently finished an introduction to astrobiology co-authored with Kevin Plaxco, and translated a book on the chemistry of love, due to appear in May and July 2006, respectively.

While books have remained a nightly activity throughout, I switched my daytime activity to full time writing in May 2000, at first remaining at the OCMS, then (since October 2001) as a science writer in residence at the School of Crystallography, Birkbeck College, London, but now mostly based in a converted garage at the back of my garden (a space which has previously accommodated a very small publishing company).

2002: promoting "Light and Life"
photo: I.J.Kosmowsky

I am now a regular contributor to Chemistry World (formerly Chemistry in Britain), Chemistry and Industry, Current Biology, Chemie in unserer Zeit, Nachrichten aus der Chemie, and Spektrum der Wissenschaft, and have also published science journalism in a number of other periodicals including:
Bioforum Europe, BioIT-World, Biological Sciences Review, Education in Chemistry, The Guardian, The Independent, Nature, New Scientist, Oxford Today, Prospect, Science's Next Wave;
Berliner Zeitung, Biologie in unserer Zeit, Gehirn und Geist, Süddeutsche Zeitung, Die Welt;
BioForum France, Biofutur, La Recherche, Darwin, Galileo, Mundo Cientifico ...
I write mostly in English and German, sometimes in French (with a little help from my friends and family). Parts of my work have been translated into French, Italian and Spanish.

My topics come from the life sciences and physical sciences and range from quantum computation through to psycholinguistics. (Science journalists, as one of us cleverly remarked, are people who can explain to others what they don't understand themselves.) While the topics are spread out quite a bit, there are noticable lumps and bulges around the subject areas defined by my books, plus some special interests, such as stem cells or Cuban biotech. I also write opinion pieces about bioethics, science policy, and the public understanding of science, as well as columns about whatever happens to cross my mind, including the science of The Simpsons, and the chemistry of love. Is there anything I don't write about? Hm. Let me think ... I haven't covered black holes or dinosaurs yet (although in the photo shown above I am partially covering a dinosaur's footprint). But anything can happen.

In December 1996, when I found out that any idiot can create a website and put it out for the world to see, I developed a serious addiction to web design on top of my writing addiction. To appreciate just how bad this problem has become at times, you need to know that the current structure of the site is the result of a downsizing exercise which I conducted in October 2002 (acquiring the new domain name proseandpassion.com to celebrate that revamp), when I felt that the 150+ html files of my old site, "ONLY CONNECT!" were getting out of hand. As a quick and easy cure, I have now simply stopped counting the files, and replaced all diary and news pages with one easy-to-use blog. (For those who care: With the exception of the blog, I write all html code in WordPad, there is no specialised editor or other gimmick involved.)

Occasionally I also try my luck as a web designer for others, translator, editor, lecturer, online tutor, consultant, mentor, or literary agent. Busking, painting, and getting a novel published are ambitions I keep for later.

home and away

I am married with three adorable children (born in the 1990s), one of whom has autism (which has for this reason also cropped up as the topic of some of my articles). The bilingual language development of my children -- they speak strictly German at home, English at school -- has been a major interest during the first years in England. From 1994 through to 1999 I organized a group of parents with bilingual children in and around Oxford and served as a local agony aunt for all things bilingual. Not that there is much to agonize about, because the children clearly benefit -- as long as the language inputs are vaguely balanced and kept separate. Learning about bilingualism, I realized that my own language processing is more similar to that of bilingual children than to that of monolingual late language learners, even though my childhood exposure to two languages (German and French) was anything but balanced, and I only became fluent in French at around 17. For example, when I learn a new word in Spanish, I don't necessarily link it to a German translation. Instead I hook it up to whatever is closest and most meaningful, e.g. to a Spanish antonym, to a French analogue, or to the context where I encountered the word. Thus, when I read or write in another language, I virtually never translate from or to German, but I always think in the language I use.

If you've learned anything from the previous paragraph, it's probably that you should never get me started on languages -- I can get carried away. Back to the family -- we live in a stand-alone copy of a Victorian terraced house (illustrating the eternal struggle between individualism and uniformity in our society!) within walking distance of Oxford city centre and the meadows of the river Cherwell. Accordingly, the vehicles of our household include an inflatable canoe and various bicycles (now including a tandem!), but I am rather proud of not owning a car (although once every three years or so I let my hair down and rent a convertible to zoom around on the continent). Being a town mouse by nature, I enjoy random walks in civilized cities. Those I have (re)visited in recent years include: Sevilla, Córdoba, Havana, Madrid, Paris, Cologne, Buenos Aires, Amsterdam, Bogotá, Berlin ... If there is a Latin American theme running through this list, it's because I have been interested in Latin American culture for over 20 years. In recent years, I finally got my act together and travelled to Colombia, Argentina, and Cuba. Apart from enjoying myself I am also trying to help scientists there, e.g. by publicizing their research.

2005: celebrating an oven-fresh PhD
photo:

Another reason to travel arises from the fact that my closest friends tend to be distant geographically. This aspect of my eccentricity has already manifested itself at the time when people used envelopes and stamps to keep in touch, but of course with the email revolution it has become much easier to stay close with people in the distance (and vice versa). Moreover, Oxford tends to act as a magic roundabout with large centrifugal forces. You get to know somebody and next time you hear from them they have landed a job in Hong Kong or Mexico City. Add to that a few amazing people whom I have encountered by sheer good luck on my travels or via the internet, and you get a circle of friends that is anything but circular and extends to at least eight countries. I don't believe in forcing complex human beings into short descriptions, but I trust that those I was thinking of when I wrote this paragraph know who they are and what they mean to me.

play time

I play a variety of musical instruments with a lot more enthusiasm than talent. (My secondary school is probably unveiling a plaque honouring me as the worst double bass player in its 700-year history as we speak.) Over the last few years -- undeterred by my failure to master other instruments -- I have been learning to play the flute and the cello alongside my children.

If you check my CD player at a random time, you are most likely to find an album by a female artist with a gruff voice and an eclectic taste in songwriting. In the highly unlikely event that it's not Colombian goddess Shakira, it might be Alanis Morissette, Kelis, Joss Stone, Suzanne Vega, Sheryl Crow, or a female-fronted band such as Evanescence, La Oreja de Van Gogh, or Silbermond. Before I got hooked on girls with guitars, my musical trajectory through life has also visited 70s rock, classical music, jazz, chanson, early music (Regensburg has a rather amazing festival for that in late spring!), flamenco ...

2003: bitten by the mongoose
photo: mg

Sporting achievements: none. I'm quite hopeless at anything that involves running or a team size of more than 2 people, so you won't see me anywhere near a football pitch, or even a football. To really get me moving, some kind of technical equipment is required, such as skates, skis, or a bicycle. I used to go skiing quite regularly between age 10 and 22, and I like to think that I didn't do too badly for a resident of a flat region. Nowadays, skiing trips would be way too much hassle, but I sometimes do wonder whether a retired ski maniac of my age can still learn snowboarding. As a slight consolation, I sometimes go ice-skating with a sub-set of my children. The extra bonus in this is that the ice rink is the only place where I can shake my backside in public and to loud music without making a complete fool of myself.

Apart from the science books I get to review, I also enjoy reading novels (by female authors with a gruff voice etc. ... you get the picture!). I am trying to keep up with reading every book by Isabel Allende, but at the moment she seems to be writing faster than I read. Other favourite writers include Gabriel García Márquez (Colombia parece estar en mi destino!), Gioconda Belli, Anna Gavalda, Esther Freud ...

Their home and office [...] was found in a recent scientific analysis to be 48 percent books by weight.
John Rennie (Ed. in chief, Sci.Am., about Phylis and Philip Morrison).

Each year, I watch around a dozen movies on the big screen, mostly off-Hollywood, preferably either in French or in Spanish. Julio Medem, for example, is a writer/director whose creativity I admire and envy in equal measure. Talking about movies, another favourite is "L'auberge espagnole" by Cédric Klapisch. In the final scene, the protagonist, Xavier, who has just spent an eventful year sharing a flat in Barcelona with six other students from as many different European countries, goes through a random pile of photos, starting with those of himself as a baby ("that's no longer me") and ending with those of his six international flatmates, first the three males then the three females, each time concluding: "that's me, that's me, that's me too." Well, maybe that's the best description I've seen so far of Who I Am.

PS: In case you wondered what happened to my parents: after the attic years, my father worked in the chemical industry and is now retired; my mother has after many twists and turns become a literary translator specializing in the literature of francophone Africa. So my personality split between science and literature might well have genetic causes (apologies to my children!).

Do come back, as this page continues to grow (and I hope I do, too). Meanwhile, for further gory details from my life, try the following links:

("Director's Cut" version of an article published in New Scientist in 1997).

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12.05.2006