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O renascimento de Lygia Fagundes Telles

 May 24, 2009 
 o globo

O renascimento de Lygia Fagundes Telles


Aos 86 anos, Lygia Fagundes Telles inicia, com "As meninas", "Antes do Baile Verde" e "Invenção e memória" o relançamento de seus livros por uma nova editora, a Companhia das Letras. A escritora conta que sua "separação" com a editora anterior, a Rocco, foi cordial, mas se revela encantada com a nova parceria. "É uma espécie de renascimento da minha obra. Estou renascendo junto. A impressão que tenho é que acabei de escrever estes livros. Estou oferecendo ao leitor frutos renovados". Lygia falou ao GLOBO em sua casa, em São Paulo e, numa conversa pontuada pela emoção, contou sobre seus planos para um novo livro, as dificuldades em ser uma pioneira na literatura brasileira e sobre seu processo de criação. (Foto de Anderson Prado/Diário de S. Paulo)

 

 

A senhora fala de seu ofício como uma missão e deseja transmitir uma mensagem a seus leitores. Qual seria esta missão, esta mensagem? 
Quero passar para o próximo esperança. Eu acredito muito nas três virtudes teológicas: a fé, a esperança e a caridade. Então, procuro passar o sonho para o próximo. O escritor, pelo menos o da minha linha, pode ser corrompido, mas não corrompe o leitor. O escritor pode ser louco, mas não enlouquece o leitor. Ao contrário, pode afastá-lo da loucura. O escritor pode ser triste, solitário, mas vai acompanhar o leitor que está na solidão. Quero dizer que o escritor tem sim uma missão mais profunda do que esta coisa superficial, como é tomada no Brasil.


Qual sua relação com os leitores? 
O leitor não é meu parceiro, é meu cúmplice. Ele vem, toma satisfações, conversa comigo. Outro dia, andando na rua, veio uma senhora e perguntou: "A senhora é Dona Lygia? A senhora escreveu um livro chamado 'Meus contos preferidos'. Mas a senhora não pôs aquele conto, 'A confissão de Leontina'. Esse conto é o melhor que a senhora escreveu. A senhora não sabe seus contos melhores". Ao que respondi: "desculpe". Meu cúmplice veio tomar satisfações. Depois, em uma universidade, eu estava falando e vi que o pessoal estava desatento. Aí disse: "olha, não sei o que estou fazendo aqui, isso é uma loucura. Vocês gostam de futebol, de balada. Agora, de escritor brasileiro, zero". Quando fui dar autógrafos, chegou um rapaz cabeludo e me atirou um bilhete. Ainda perguntei se queria uma dedicatória e ele respondeu que não, era só para eu ler o bilhete. Chegando em casa fui ler, estava escrito assim: "não é loucura não. Alguns contos seus já me afastaram do desespero". Guardo até hoje este bilhete.

Além das revisões das obras relançadas, está trabalhando em um novo romance? 
Estou pensando em um novo romance sim, antes de ir embora. Ainda não dá para contar nada. Escrevo tudo na cabeça, depois passo para o papel. É meu processo de criação. E neste romance quero me despedir.

A senhora é religiosa? 
Acredito em Deus. Não frequento igreja, mas amo meus anjos e santos. Tenho muita fé. Acho que além dessa nossa passagem aqui, há alguma além. Acredito muito em Cristo, nesta certeza de que há algo além da morte. Não sei bem como é, mas existe sim.

Na releitura de suas obras para a reedição, a senhora fez alguma mudança? 
Revendo "As meninas" (1973), com a ajuda de minha neta Lúcia Telles, percebi, além de vírgulas em excesso acrescentadas por revisores ao longo dos anos, a falta de um trecho. Disse a Lúcia que havia algo errado. A personagem Lorena conta uma história de sua infância para Lia e Ana Clara: seu irmão Rômulo foi morto pelo outro irmão, Remo, em uma brincadeira de bandido e mocinho. Foi um tiro acidental. Remo não sabia que a carabina com que brincava estava carregada. Sem querer, puxa o gatilho e o irmão cai morto. Um dia a Lia vai à casa da mãe de Lorena, a "mãezinha". A mulher conta que o filho, Rômulo, morreu bebê. Lia fica sem saber qual é a versão verdadeira, se a da mãezinha ou a de Lorena, mas não falou mais nisso. Quando reli o livro, não quis que Lia soubesse quem mentiu, mas ela tinha de falar nisso mais uma vez. E antes das meninas se separarem, no final do livro, acrescentei que Lia olha para Lorena, se lembra da história de Rômulo, e fala: "Vou embora e ainda não sei". Lorena pergunta: "não sabe o que, Lião?". E Lia responde, misteriosa: "o resultado aí de uma pesquisa". É uma coisa tão mínima, mas fiquei devendo na primeira edição.

Teve novas impressões sobre seus textos ao relê-los? 
De repente, cheguei à conclusão de que meus livros estão prontos. Fiz o melhor que pude. Estava terminando "As meninas", na chácara do meu irmão em Barra de São João, quando todos dormiam. Quando acabei caí em prantos, estava me despedindo de minhas personagens. Elas conviveram comigo, falaram, discutiram o tempo todo e estavam indo embora. Ia perdê-las, mas depois pensei: "elas vão voltar, com máscaras, mas vão voltar". As personagens são como nós mesmos. Nós gostamos da vida, queremos viver até a última gota.

Como se sente com o relançamento de sua obra? 
É uma espécie de renascimento da minha obra, estou renascendo junto. A impressão que tenho é que acabei de escrever estes livros e eles estão saindo lindos. Estou oferecendo ao leitor esses frutos renovados, renascidos. Acredito no próprio renascimento pessoal e no de minha obra. Estou muito contente na Companhia das Letras. O editor (Luiz Schwarcz) acreditou em mim, apostou alto. Os livros estão lindos. Um escritor precisa disso, ser cuidado.

Por que seus três primeiros livros são desconsiderados no conjunto de sua obra a ser relançado? 
Comecei a escrever muito jovem. Foi muito difícil. Tive uma juventude pobre. Estava ainda no curso fundamental (Lygia tinha 15 anos quando publicou o livro de contos "Porão e sobrado") quando publiquei um livrinho. Mas foi prematuro, errado. Chamo isso de juvenilidades. Me arrependi de meus primeiros livros ("Porão e sobrado", de 1938; "Praia viva", de 1944; e "O cacto vermelho", de 1946, todos de contos). Cortei-os da minha obra e começo a considerar minha carreira a partir do romance "Ciranda de pedra" (de 1954).

Como é ser escritor no Brasil? 
Minha literatura é engajada. Sou uma escritora do Terceiro Mundo, onde a saúde e a educação são um desastre. Quando eu era estudante de direito disse uma coisa muito importante e que vale até hoje: quando o Brasil tiver mais creche e mais escolas, ele terá menos hospitais e cadeias. Claro que estou sempre escrevendo, querendo passar para o meu leitor essa verdade sobre o meu país. Então não vou disfarçar. É muito duro um país como o nosso, mas assumi meu ofício.

O fato de ser mulher em algum momento tornou essa escolha mais difícil? 
Um professor da Faculdade de Direito, Miguel Reale, dizia que a mais importante revolução do século XX foi a revolução da mulher. As mulheres estavam muito na sombra, sem coragem de assumir suas vocações. Eu demorei muito para assumir minha vocação, que era escrever. Quando entrei na Faculdade de Direito, eram sete meninas para quase 200 rapazes. Quer dizer, assumi minha vocação e ousei. Em uma conferência na faculdade, um rapaz perguntou para mim: "o que vocês vieram fazer aqui? Casar?" Eu respondi: "Também". E acabei me casando mesmo... De um certo modo, as mulheres de minha geração foram a vanguarda. Agora é duro. Ainda em meu tempo de estudante, fiz uma tarde de autógrafo. Dois rapazes chegaram e disseram: "Ô Lygia! O que é esse negócio de você escrever um livro? Você já é bonitinha, perna bonita, cabelo bonito. Que besteira é essa?" E eu desabei a chorar. A Clarice Lispector, da minha geração, também tinha muito esses medos. Ela dizia para mim: "Lygia, não tira retrato rindo, que eles não levam você a sério".

O quanto é importante para a senhora ser tida como uma das maiores autoras nacionais? 
Isso não tem importância nenhuma para mim. O importante é cumprir meu ofício, minha vocação com paixão, coisa que faço até hoje. Maior, menor, isso é coisa de político. O que importa mesmo é ser fiel ao sonho até o fim. Acertou? Não acertou? Não interessa.

Peter Burke: 'O passado é um país estrangeiro'

O Globo, 18 de maio  2009
 prosa online

Peter Burke: 'O passado é um país estrangeiro'

 

Livros como "Uma história social do conhecimento" e "O renascimento italiano" fizeram do inglês Peter Burke um dos mais respeitados historiadores contemporâneos. Conhecido por seus estudos sobre a cultura na Era Moderna, Burke é também um importante teórico da atividade historiográfica. Em obras como "A escrita da História", ele discutiu os limites e possibilidades de sua profissão, e propôs pontos de contato entre a escrita histórica e a literária. "Cada geração, vivendo com os problemas do presente, interroga o passado pensando em suas próprias questões. Por isso é importante reescrever a história a cada geração", diz ele nesta entrevista, concedida no final do ano passado durante o seminário Comunicação e História, realizado pela Escola de Comunicação da UFRJ com apoio do Globo Universidade*.

 

Nos anos 1990, você escreveu que já não havia um consenso a respeito do que constituía uma boa explicação histórica. Algo mudou desde então?

PETER BURKE: Se algo mudou, é que há ainda menos consenso do que antes. Em parte, eu acho, por que se você escreve para audiências diferentes, precisa dar explicações diferentes. Escrever sobre a Revolução Francesa para os franceses é diferente de falar sobre ela para os americanos. Há conjuntos distintos de coisas que podem ser dadas como já sabidas por cada grupo de leitores.

É apenas uma questão de audiências, então, ou há também uma discussão teórica por trás disso?

BURKE: Sim, claro, há a idéia de que não existe uma única explicação fixa, objetiva, para a história. Quando eu estava na escola, meu livro dizia que havia 14 causas para a Revolução Francesa. Hoje todo mundo ri quando digo isso, o que mostra que há um consenso que de que não existe um consenso. Isso não significa que não tentemos verificar as explicações, mas que você nunca para, que sempre há a possibilidade de haver mais explicações.

A Escola dos Anais foi provavelmente a corrente historiográfica mais influente do século XX. Como o senhor avalia seu legado hoje?

BURKE: É difícil. Até o começo dos 1990, eu sentia que a Escola ainda tinha alguma unidade, e talvez fosse o grupo de pesquisas fazendo o trabalho histórico mais inovador no mundo. Mais e mais, no entanto, têm ganhado espaço grupos de outros lugares. Hoje, vivemos um momento mais policêntrico. A maior influência das últimas décadas talvez venha dos estudos subalternos iniciados por historiadores da Índia. Não acho que os pesquisadores da Escola dos Anais tenham deixado de inovar, mas foi um grande golpe quando o autor mais original da nova geração da Escola, Bernard Lepetit, morreu num acidente de carro há poucos anos. Hoje, há trabalho muito interessante sendo feito na sede pelos herdeiros da Escola dos Anais, mas nada que saia dos caminhos já traçados por Jacques Le Goff e Roger Chartier.

Que novas linhas de pesquisa o senhor enxerga no diálogo entre a história e as ciências naturais? Existe possibilidade de cooperação entre os historiadores, que estudam o condicionamento cultural do comportamento humano, e os neurologistas, que tentam encontrar seus princípios biológicos?

BURKE: Vai ser difícil. Os historiadores não alegam saber tudo sobre seres humanos, e claro que há espaço para a investigação neurológica, mas quanto mais se fala sobre aquilo que não muda, menos espaço existe para o estudo das mudanças, de que os historiadores se ocupam. Na minha opinião, se há uma área onde veremos mais colaboração nos próximos anos será na história do meio ambiente, porque ele só pode ser estudado interdisciplinarmente, e nesse caso a mudança é um elemento fundamental.

Em momentos de crise, como o atual, há sempre uma tentativa de se recorrer às "lições da história". Pensando na era moderna, a que o senhor tem se dedicado, saberia dizer afinal que lições são essas?

BURKE: Nada que se possa facilmente reunir num conjunto de proposições. Mas se você estuda o passado, desenvolve essa sensibilidade à diversidade humana. Ela pode ser útil para orientar nossa ação política. Um dos problemas de hoje é que a maioria dos líderes políticos não percebem o quão diversamente as pessoas pensam e se comportam. Por isso sua política externa é um desastre e, quando o país em questão é uma sociedade multicultural, sua política doméstica também.

Inversamente, de que maneira o presente nos ajuda a entender a reflexão histórica? O senhor poderia falar sobre a historicidade do trabalho do historiador?

BURKE: Nos ajuda a entender algumas coisas e impede que entendamos outras. Por isso é importante reescrever a história a cada geração. Cada geração, vivendo com os problemas do presente, interroga o passado pensando em suas próprias questões. Quando houve a grande inflação nos anos 1920, as pessoas começaram a história dos preços, quando houve ansiedade sobre explosão populacional nos anos 1950, começou a história demográfica, agora a história do meio ambiente está decolando. Mas ao mesmo tempo que usamos o presente para formular perguntas, temos que deixar o passado dar suas próprias respostas.

Até que ponto o historiador pode escapar de seu tempo?

BURKE: Eu acredito, e para alguns isso talvez seja uma heresia, que há um lugar para o anacronismo quando se escreve a história. Você tem que fazer comparações com o presente para que as pessoas entendam o passado. Tem que ficar lembrando o leitor que o passado não é como o presente, que é um país estrangeiro, mas ele precisa entender por que as pessoas agiam daquela maneira. E às vezes pode ser útil fazer um paralelo com algum movimento moderno pode ser útil. Quando era estudante, as pessoas gostavam de fazer comparações entre os calvinistas e os comunistas. Hoje, essa não é mais uma explicação muito útil. Mas o historiador escreve para o seu tempo, consciente de que uma próxima geração vai fazer seu trabalho de outra maneira.

O senhor disse uma vez que alguns procedimentos narrativas da literatura do século XX poderiam ser úteis à escrita da história, e que no entanto os historiadores em sua maioria continuavam presos a um modelo narrativo do século XIX. Como está a situação hoje?

BURKE: O movimento existe, mas é relativamente pequeno. Talvez os antropólogos estejam abertos há mais tempo do que os historiadores para a idéia de experimentos narrativos. Eu diria que vamos ver mais disso nos próximos anos. O crucial, eu acho, é que não se trata  simplesmente de fazer isso porque Proust fez, mas porque nos ajuda a fazer o que desejamos fazer. O ponto de vista múltiplo, por exemplo, é absolutamente crucial. Os historiadores costumavam narrar de um ponto de vista fixo e hoje percebemos que você não pode tornar os conflitos inteligíveis a não ser que ache espaço para todas as vozes envolvidas. Por isso acho é bom que os historiadores leiam Mikhail Bakhtin e pensem sobre polifonia, diálogo, e é bom que leiam romances como "Ponto e contraponto", de Aldous Huxley, ou "O som e a fúria", de William Faulkner.

E qual a importância da Internet hoje para o trabalho do historiador?


BURKE: Ela é importante no momento principalmente para a consulta de informações. Se esqueço por exemplo quando Charles Dickens nasceu, posso consultar a data no Google, ou na Wikipedia, em vez de ir até minha estante. A Wikipedia é muito interessante, não apenas por seu volume de informação, mas também por ser uma empreitada coletiva, o que acho que é único na história das enciclopédias. Claro que isso gera problemas, porque há colaboradores que não sabem tanto de história, ou usam as fontes de modo não-crítico, ou têm fortes preconceitos - coisas que também acontecem em livros - mas num segundo momento eles estão se organizando para cuidar desses problemas. Você abre um verbete e há avisos sobre a necessidade de de rever alguns pontos do artigo, ou de fornecer referências para uma afirmação. Eles estão se tornando mais acadêmicos. Mas, enfim, a Internet hoje é útil para checar informações, pois ainda é ínfimo o percentual de fontes históricas disponíveis online. Esse é um trabalho que vai levar tempo. Eu costumava trabalhar com os arquivos italianos. Em apenas uma cidade da Itália, Veneza, há quilômetros de artigos sobre o século XVII. Quem terá tempo e dinheiro para botar isso na internet. E quanto tempo vai levar?

Qual sua próxima pesquisa?

BURKE: Tenho duas ou três idéias sobre o que fazer a seguir, mas o mais provável é que eu escreva uma continução de "História social do conhecimento". Eu terminei o livro no meio do século XVIII e depois pensei que isso era um pouco de covardia. Eu me interessei pelo tema por que vivemos numa sociedade do conhecimento, então por que parar tão longe? Estou pensando num segundo volume, em vez de Gutemberg a Diderot, da Enciclopédia à Wikipedia, algo assim.

*entrevista concedida ao GLOBO e ao Globo Universidade

No Smiley Faces the Day the Lady Left the Louvre

 
 May 01, 2009 2:02 AMThe New York Times

 
Courtesy Musée de la Carte Postale, Antibes, France
Leonardo and Mona Lisa in a postcard at the time of the theft.

May 1, 2009
Books of The Times

No Smiley Faces the Day the Lady Left the Louvre

The Mysterious Theft of Mona Lisa By R. A. Scotti Illustrated. 241 pages. Alfred A. Knopf. $24.95.

On Sunday, Aug. 20, 1911, the Mona Lisa was hanging in her usual place in the Louvre, in the Salon Carré between Titian's "Allegory of Alfonso d'Avalos" and Correggio's "Mystical Marriage."

It was hot in Paris. "For more than 50 days," R. A. Scotti writes in "Vanished Smile," "temperatures had rarely dropped below 90 degrees. The country beyond Paris was burning. Thatch-roofed farmhouses and acres of parched forest had become tinder, and spontaneous-combustion fires broke out near Poitiers, Orléans and Beaumont, Albertville, Dijon and Fontainebleau."

Inside the Louvre it was sweltering, and an overweight guard named Maximilien Paupardin, who worked in the Salon Carré, had eaten too much cassoulet at lunch. He was lethargic, drooping. When he left that evening, Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece was hanging on the wall. When he returned two days later — the Louvre was closed on Mondays — all that remained, Ms. Scotti writes, "were four iron hooks and a rectangular shape several shades deeper than the surrounding area." The world's most famous painting had been stolen.

Now there's a lovely set-up for a crime caper, and in this case, it's true crime. Ms. Scotti's svelte book tells the story of that long, hot August in Paris, when the world discovered that the Mona Lisa had disappeared. The painting was missing for more than two years, and the names of the prime suspects in the case — Pablo Picasso and his friend, the poet and art critic Guillaume Apollinaire — push this story past something even Dan Brown could concoct. Yes, this tale has been related before. But Ms. Scotti's book shows that this recondite shaggy-dog story is well worth revisiting.

When word got out about the Mona Lisa's disappearance, France went into mourning. Thousands lined up to see the blank square on the wall; people left flowers and notes. It was like Diana's death without "Candle in the Wind."

Mourning became rage. The Louvre, it turned out, had pathetically lax security. Most paintings weren't secured to walls. Photography was new at the time, and photographers were allowed to borrow works to shoot whenever they felt like it. The Mona Lisa had been placed in a glass box, but, as the thief proved, it could be easily removed. The director of the Louvre was traveling in Mexico when the Mona Lisa was stolen. When he returned, he was sacked.

He should have known, most felt, that the painting would be a target. As Ms. Scotti writes: "Mona Lisa often made men do strange things. There were more than one million artworks in the Louvre collection; she alone received her own mail." A year before the Mona Lisa was taken, a man shot himself in front of her.

Some worried that the stolen painting might be put to icky use. Ms. Scotti writes: "A Sorbonne psychology professor warned in Le Temps that the thief might be a sexual psychopath who would treat Mona Lisa with a 'sadistic violence and fetishistic tendresse,' take pleasure in 'mutilating, stabbing and defiling' her, then return her when he was 'through with her.' "

Who did steal the Mona Lisa? Leonardo painted her not on canvas but on a solid panel of white poplar. You could not just roll the thing up and stuff it down your pants leg. After other leads fizzled, attention turned to Picasso and Apollinaire and their gang of young, avant-garde poets and artists. This group, sometimes called la bande de Picasso, was famous for its seething dislike of the kind of stale museum art that the Louvre represented. Apollinaire had signed a manifesto that threatened to "burn down the Louvre."

It turned out that Apollinaire had sheltered a young man who had stolen several items from the Louvre; two of those items, small sculptures, were found in Picasso's apartment. Both men landed in the news media's glare, and Apollinaire was briefly arrested. It was a life-changing experience for him. To prove his patriotism, which had been questioned during the Mona Lisa affair, he enlisted in the French army in World War I. He was injured in the head by shrapnel in 1916 and died two years later at 38.

When the actual thief was caught, his identity turned out to be, to those who thought a swashbuckling international criminal might be involved, a letdown. He was an Italian named Vincenzo Peruggia, who had worked at the Louvre. He was a patriot who simply wanted to return the Mona Lisa to his home country. (It had been acquired by France's King Francis I.) He was arrested while trying to sell the painting in Florence.

Mr. Peruggia actually did get the Mona Lisa displayed in Italy, if only briefly. For a few emotional days after the painting was recovered and before it was returned to France, the Mona Lisa was shown in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence and then taken on a brief tour of Italy.

This story does not end there, however. Many people refused to believe that Mr. Peruggia could have been a lone actor, and there are several conspiracy theories that Ms. Scotti works to track down, leaving the story intriguingly hanging.

Why so much plot summary in this book review? Well, it's a good story to unpack. I've also been delaying the news that "Vanished Smile," for all its piquant details and plot-driven gleam, is a rusty, rattling, unsafe-at-some-speeds contraption. Ms. Scotti's prose is shrewd one moment, inept the next. When I read this line — "Night like liquid velvet settled over the mansard roofs, innocent, if a night is ever innocent" — I hoped for a moment she was kidding. Nope.

Ms. Scotti ladles on some painful Dan Ratherisms. One character wears a "fedora with a brim the width of Texas" and is "as subtle as a banner headline." Picasso and his gang ride "into town like the cowboys of the Wild West."

The author explains that the derogatory slang term "macaroni" was sometimes used, at the time, to refer to lower-class Italians in France. If she had used it once or twice, that would be one thing. When she deploys it five times in little more than 200 pages, it begins to be unpleasant.

But enough. Rusty "Vanished Smile" may be, but it gets the job done. It's a rolling, clattering piece of entertainment. Ms. Scotti reminds us of the bedrock appeal of the Mona Lisa's gaze: "Each person who looks at her becomes the only person in her world."

 

 R. A. Scotti

Digging for Darwin

 

The New York Times


May 17, 2009
Essay

Digging for Darwin

Illustration reproduced with permission from John van Wyhe ed
 
 

Dozens of people return overdue books to the Boston Public Library every day. Probably only one person, however, has ever walked in holding a book that had been missing for 80 years. Please salute Julie Geissler, the New Hampshire resident who stunned library staff members by showing up unannounced one day in 2001 to return a rare first-edition copy of Charles Darwin's "On the Origin of Species," one of the most famous books ever written.

What was Geissler doing with this copy of the treatise that so brilliantly laid out the principles of evolution? Well, in the early 1920s, someone removed the volume from the library. About five years later, Geissler says, a relative of hers, a scholar in Providence, R.I., bought it at a sale. Several years ago, Geissler's mother, sorting through old family belongings, gave the book to Geissler. "It was in a box in the attic," she recalled in a recent interview. "If my mother hadn't noticed, it would have been thrown in the trash." Geissler and her husband decided to return the book: "Now everyone can see it."

Through it all, this copy of the "Origin" has remained in good condition. "Whoever had it for most of the 80 years kept it nicely and clearly treasured it," said Susan Glover, who oversees the rare-books department at the Boston Public Library. And it is a treasure. A first edition of the "Origin" sold last year at Christie's for $194,500.

But as celebrations of the 150th anniversary of the book's publication continue, the episode raises a question. How many other first editions of "On the Origin of Species" are still tucked away in bookcases, boxes or attics? Could anyone else stumble across Darwin's master­piece by accident?

There are reasons to suspect it will happen again. Unlike any other epochal work of science, "On the Origin of Species" was written for a mass audience. Instead of being acquired only by elite intellectuals and libraries, it was bought by popular-science readers within the Victorian bourgeoisie. Among rare books, this makes the "Origin" a further rarity: the people's scientific blockbuster, if you will.

This manner of distribution increases the odds that "Origin" first editions are resting in obscure places. "It seems highly likely that some copies are lying about unrecognized," said John van Wyhe, a bye-fellow of Christ's College, Cambridge, and director of the Darwin Online project, which places Darwin documents on the Web. That cannot be said of some other famous works. For example, scholars believe they have an essentially complete list of 276 surviving first editions of Copernicus's "On the Revolutions of Heavenly Spheres," with further surprise findings highly unlikely.

By contrast, no one knows how many of the 1,250 first-edition copies of the "Origin" still exist. Thus, in this anniversary year, researchers for Darwin Online are conducting the first census of the first edition, contacting private collectors, studying library catalogs and hoping owners will contact them through the Darwin Online Web site. "Clearly quite a few are in private hands," said Angus Carroll, director of the census. (For those wondering about their own copy, he suggests a handy way of identifying a first edition: on the 11th line of Page 20, the word "species" is incorrectly rendered as "speceies.")

Why is Carroll so certain that more first editions are still in private hands? Scholars know that Darwin's publisher, John Murray, printed 1,250 copies of the "Origin" for its Nov. 24, 1859, publication. Darwin quickly made some revisions, and Murray declared his next printing of 3,000, in January 1860, to be the second edition. At the time, the rapid appearance of a new edition may have diminished the distinctiveness of the first edition, leaving it in the hands of regular readers. Carroll believes that the first formal census figure, to be announced in November, will be between 600 and 700 copies, but said that within a few years, "I fully expect to find 1,000." Even so, a couple of hundred would remain at large; Carroll estimates that only three to seven emerge for sale each year.

Certainly, some "Origin" first editions are easy to trace. Darwin was given a dozen and bought 80 more for notable colleagues and intellectuals, including the geologist Charles Lyell and the social philosopher Herbert Spencer. "There is a very good chance the ones sent to prominent individuals have survived," van Wyhe said.

Around 1,100 first-edition copies were sold publicly, according to Janet Browne, a Harvard historian of science and Darwin biographer. Of these, 500 were purchased by Mudie's Circulating Library, which mailed its subscribers books every month. Mudie's also ran a secondhand store in London, and Browne believes they "almost certainly" sold first editions there. But others from the circulating collection may have disappeared into home libraries. In any case, even the copies now owned by large institutions show us how first editions of the "Origin" bounced from homes to booksellers and back.

Consider the two copies I examined at the Boston Public Library (which owns three in all). How did the library acquire them in the first place? "We don't know," Susan Glover of the rare-books division said. There is no acquisition record for either book. Julie Geissler's copy has been rebound. The other copy, still in its original green and gold binding, has some older ownership labels inside it. One reads "R. G. Tatham," with an address around London's docklands area. Another label cites W. W. Lucy, a bookshop. Still another, in both English and Latin, says "Caroli ac Mariae Lacaitae Filiorumque Selham Sussex."

Glover suggested I take these clues to pursue my own sleuthing about this copy — so I did. These few labels, it turns out, evoke a lot of history. "R. G. Tatham" was almost certainly one Robert Gordon Tatham, a "much respected" London doctor who lived from 1829 to 1895, according to his obituary in The British Medical Journal. He sounds like just the kind of interested professional — not an academic specialist — Darwin was hoping to reach.

The joint English-Latin inscription indicates the book once belonged to a couple, Charles and Mary Lacaita, and their children. Charles Lacaita, a member of Parliament in the 1880s and a botanist, lived in the town of Selham, in West Sussex. His father, Sir James Lacaita, was one of many prominent Italian exiles who moved to England in the 19th century, and a noted bibliophile. His son, Francis, was killed in World War I. Book dealers have found similar Lacaita family labels, most likely from the early 20th century, in other science volumes.

I would guess this book belonged to Tatham, was sold to W. W. Lucy after his death, then to the Lacaita clan. It is not clear how either copy crossed the Atlantic, although prominent American families of the time often collected art and valuables in Europe, then donated heavily to public institutions. The Boston Public Library, housed in an 1895 Charles McKim building decorated with John Singer Sargent murals, attracted this kind of patronage.

So in these first editions of "On the Origin of Species," we glimpse an intellectually curious member of the Victorian bourgeoisie, the unusual family story of an Italian exile in England, the agony of the Great War, the rise of American wealth and collecting, a Rhode Island scholar's quiet bibliophilia, and a New Hampshire woman's matter-of-fact generosity. Not bad for a couple of books. And while they wound up in a library, many others that remain at large probably offer similarly rich and varied histories.

"There might be more of these amazing, serendipitous moments to come," van Wyhe said. With all due respect to the high-powered institutions and collectors who are preserving and cataloging the first edition of "On the Origin of Species," it would reflect the popular spirit of Darwin's work if it remained a source of such humble surprises.

Peter Dizikes is a science journalist based in Boston.

 

 

How Hilary Mantel's new novel, Wolf Hall, turns Tudor history into a compelling piece of fiction

 From The Times Literary Supplement, May 13, 2009
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Hilary Mantel's Henrician hero

How Hilary Mantel's new novel, Wolf Hall, turns Tudor history into a compelling piece of fiction

Henry VIII had six wives and at least as many Thomases: Wolsey, More, Cranmer, Cromwell, Howard (Third Duke of Norfolk), Wriothesley (pronounced "Risley", eventually First Earl of Southampton). Dismissed, beheaded, survived (to be burnt at the stake by Henry's daughter Mary), beheaded, survived, survived. Other Thomases could be mentioned – the poet Wyatt (died), for one, or Audley (died), More's successor as Lord Chancellor. The Cambridge scholar Thomas Bilney was burnt as a heretic in 1531; he was known as "Little Bilney", which is small help when reading Wolf Hall, a novel in which all of these Thomases, as well as their King and a couple of those lucky women, appear.

For Hilary Mantel, Thomas Cromwell is the hero of this, one of the more violent hours in English history; we begin with him being almost kicked to death in Putney by his raging, alcoholic father. The year is 1500 in this charming prelude, nearly thirty years before the crucial decade of Cromwell's rise to power – his emergence from the shadow of his master, Cardinal Wolsey, his efficient ecclesiastical reforms, his overseeing of the King's first remarriage.

He is born low but, after Putney, reborn great. Foreign powers find him worth spying on, and Francis I personally invites him to transfer his allegiance to France. In 1500, however, in Wolf Hall, he is just that: "he". Grammatical intimacy is thrust upon us. Mantel is forced to write "he, Thomas Cromwell" on several occasions, in order to clarify who "he" is, but usually there is no need. "Half the world is called Thomas." But there can be only one he, Cromwell:

It is said he knows by heart the entire New Testament in Latin . . . he is at home in courtroom or waterfront, bishop's palace or inn yard. He can draft a contract, train a falcon, draw a map, stop a street fight, furnish a house and fix a jury. He will quote you a nice point in the old authors, from Plato to Plautus and back again. He knows new poetry, and can say it in Italian. He works all hours, first up and last to bed. He makes money and he spends it. He will take a bet on anything.

Or as More tells Wolsey in the anonymous play The Life and Death of Thomas, Lord Cromwell: "My lord, you are a royal winner, / Hath got a man besides your bounteous dinner" (this play was once thought to be by Shakespeare). Here is the man for the job of cleaning up England's act – or acts. Wolf Hall covers the period in which Cromwell put more legislation through Parliament than it would see for another 300 years, including the Act of Supremacy, by which Henry VIII asserted his authority over his own divorce, against that of the Pope.

Beyond the common name and the commoner personal pronoun, the nice points and the programme of reform, however, this Cromwell remains a mysterious, disconcerting blank. His own sister cannot "add [him] up"; rumours about his lost years abroad make it easy for courtiers to believe in the earnestness of his threats, when it is necessary for him to make them. He is "Thomas, also Tomos, Tommaso and Thomaes Cromwell", also "Cremuel" to the French, his "past selves" gathered in a "present body". It is the compound nature of this formidable figure that intrigues Wolsey and King Henry himself, that scares the noblemen who don't like to see merit making its way in the world, and ultimately renders him a blank to himself, as well as to others. Since his birth date is uncertain, his fate cannot be astrologically fixed. Those who claim to understand him, he believes, claim more than he does himself.

After the boy Cromwell's nasty fall in Putney, Mantel skips ahead to Wolsey's possibly nastier one, when the King deprives him of his office as Lord Chancellor in 1529. Scenes of the Cardinal's noble enemies coming, on the King's behalf, to confiscate his material wealth enfold scenes of comfortable plotting at York Place, with Wolsey still in his pomp but struggling to find a way to give Henry what he wants: to be rid of his first wife, Katherine of Aragon, so that he can marry Anne Boleyn.

In Cromwell's eyes, Anne and her family faction have been wrong to despise Wolsey, the only man who can help them in their quest for power. Like the Wolsey in Shakespeare and Fletcher's Henry VIII, who offers a dignified lament for his own defeat, this one has a special, virtually paternal relationship with Cromwell. For the latter, this prince of the Church would have made a finer king than Henry Tudor, and Wolf Hall is partly the story of a servant's revenge on his master's enemies.

Fortunately for Henry and Anne, who initially distrusts Cromwell, his methods exceed even those of his subtle master for efficacy against both interference from foreign powers and meddling from within the realm. A series of gradually more involved encounters with the King show Cromwell gaining his trust and admiration. His prospects prosper with Anne's. Of course, there is the small problem of the child she eventually bears: an ill-tempered redhead who is not the male heir whom Henry craves.

Meanwhile, the traffic between London and Antwerp includes letters for More from "my derlynge" Erasmus, and the contraband theology which More, as Lord Chancellor, seeks to destroy. William Tyndale, the translator of the New Testament into English, is out there somewhere, on the run. While Cromwell seeks a reconciliation between theological extremists, More seeks absolute conformity – the extinction of both Tyndale and his influence. In More's utopian eyes, it is a "blessed" act to torture a heretic or trick one into a confession.

Among its other stories, then, Wolf Hall also sets up a great opposition between these two lawyers – Cromwell and More, both masters of rhetoric's wily precision, both Henrician servants on the make, and their relationship, like that between Cromwell and Henry, increasingly involves a credible vein of sympathy as well as antagonism. It dates back to the moment when a very young Cromwell asked a slightly older More what he was reading. The Hamlet-like answer came back: "Words. Words. Just words". To neither Thomas could words ever be just that.

Wolf Hall also has its attention fixed on things that no parliament has ever ratified. "Beneath every history, another history." After playing it fairly straight for four chapters, Mantel suddenly offers us "an occult history of Britain": how there was once an island on "the edge of the known earth" which became known as Albina, bloodied at birth, and how demons and princesses gave rise to a race of giants who "spread over the whole landmass". The giants and their leader, Gogmagog, were defeated by Brutus, the great-grandson of Aeneas, who had killed his own father "by accident". "Whichever way you look at it, it all begins in slaughter."

These are just words, of course, just myths. But the reader may think of them later, when the founding Tudor victory at the Battle of Bosworth Field is mentioned, or when Henry is seen freely, happily riding away with the hunt while a martyr's remains are being "shovelled up" at Smithfield: "his youth, his grace, his learning and his beauty: a compact of mud, grease, charred bone".

Now it is possible to put Cromwell's giant brute of a father in his place: as a savage forefather to an age of grace. (At least that is what the son hopes it will become.) There are also rumours of a more recent secret history, of bad blood in the monarchy and an unfortunate proliferation of claims to the throne. A prophetess, Eliza Barton, declares in public, to the King's face, that he will not reign for seven months if he keeps the heretic Anne. Two washed-up fish "of prodigal size", giants of the Thames, are taken as bad omens. Superstition and ignorance are traps for the unwary and propaganda tools for those who wish to turn the tide one way or the other.

There is little if any mention here of the real Cromwell's concerted campaign in print to vindicate his policies ("that young giant, the printing-press", says one historian). One could imagine a different Cromwell emerging from the known facts about his part in forcing the Act in Restraint of Appeals of 1533 through Parliament (ignoring even the King's emendations to the draft, for example), or his unauthorized encroachment on a neighbour's land when expanding his property at Austin Friars (the neighbour's son was John Stow, who duly recalls Cromwell's presumption in his Survey of London: "the suddaine rising of some men, causeth them to forget themselues"). Or the tactics he deployed against the old religion, as described by Eamon Duffy in The Stripping of the Altars (1992).

Instead, Mantel presents Cromwell as a sceptic, a modern: more our contemporary than More's, a believer in rational light (light streaming through clear windows, purged of stained glass, being a persistent image in this novel), and a despiser of the lazy corruption of the monasteries. From his European tour of duty, he brings intellectual gifts appropriate to every occasion. Has the King's bastard son read Castiglione's Book of the Courtier? He recommends the passages on "gentlewomen and their qualities". What might Henry make of Marsiglio of Padua, who proposed as long ago as 1324 that "Christ did not make Popes"? He might, it turns out, see a money-making opportunity. And when Henry Percy, the dull-witted Earl of Northumberland, whines at an inconvenient moment that Anne Boleyn is his betrothed wife, not the King's, there is a more general explanation of how things stand:

The world is not run from where he [Percy] thinks. Not from his border fortresses, not even from Whitehall [formerly York Place, formerly Wolsey's palace]. The world is run from Antwerp, from Florence, from places he has never imagined; from Lisbon, from where the ships with sails of silk drift west and are burned up in the sun. Not from castle walls, but from counting houses, not by the call of the bugle but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the mechanism of the gun but by the scrape of the pen on the page of the promissory note that pays for the gun and the gunsmith and the powder and shot.

This, the Abacus to Bugle primer in world affairs, does not just describe the sixteenth century, of course, and it is not the only occasion on which Cromwell is made to sound ahead of his time. (Henry Percy is, not incidentally, the man who finally arrested Wolsey, on trumped-up charges, after his dismissal.) He speaks of all things, from royalty downwards, with something like post-millennial scepticism, if not downright anachronistic irreverence. It seems only natural that his thoughts sometimes seem to merge with those of the narrator.

Yet for all this enlightenment – and Cromwell's hubristic optimism as he settles into his role as the most powerful man in England without a crown on his head – he himself has his own lost history, his own myth. A memory system he picks up in Italy involves "shy hiding animals, eyes bright in the undergrowth", alongside people carrying "unlikely objects, St Ursula a crossbow . . . Plato . . . a soup ladle". Each startling image has its place. Later, on a day of "pageantry and living statues" for Anne's coronation, the narrative looks up, and sees that the world's own memory system has come to life:

Fenchurch Street, Leadenhall, Cheap, Paul's Churchyard, Fleet, Temple Bar, Westminster Hall . . . . And looking down on them, the other Londoners, those monsters who live in the air, the city's uncounted population of stone men and women and beasts, and things that are neither human nor beasts, fanged rabbits and flying hares, four-legged birds and pinioned snakes, imps with bulging eyes and ducks' bills, men who are wreathed in leaves or have the heads of goats or rams; creatures with knotted coils and leather wings, with hairy ears and cloven feet, horned and roaring, feathered and scaled . . . limestone or leaden, metalled or marbled, hooting and gurning and dryheaving from buttresses, walls and roofs.

Tapestries, rings and clothes make their way from place to place and owner to owner, houses change hands, the court is like a pack of cards, the King as changeable as the weather. He is also needily possessive, as is Anne: Cromwell she calls "my man", while the King has "my archbishop" (Cranmer), to complement "My river. My city. My salvation, cut out and embroidered just for me". By the end of the novel, these appointments seem quite secure, but the "strict order" of that memory system has taken its own mighty, feverish tumble into ruin.

Unusually for a novel 650 pages long, Wolf Hall is written in the present tense, which enhances its feverishness. This lends both people and their possessions a dramatic clarity, a presence, which an informed, retrospective viewpoint, left almost entirely to the reader's imagination, might have marred. We are not looking back at a path through time, but trying to find our way onward, and uncertainty reigns. There is a great deal here about Cromwell's family and interrupted, incoherent love life – a soap opera which episodically complicates and beautifies the pattern. The King yearns for a son; many of his highest officers know what it is like to lose a child. In pregnancy, uncertain of the sex of her unborn child, Anne is seen to be drifting "far away", "from terra firma to a marshy tract of land, to a landing stage, to a river where a mist closes over the further bank, and earth and sky are inseparate".

No wonder, with the future misted over and only fanatics sure of their route to God, that most people cling to their roles, deliberately enacting versions of themselves. Wolf Hall is full of portraits from portraits, of people catching their reflections in pageants, plays and song. Erasmus's advice, that one should "arrange one's face" in the morning, offers the necessary mask between courtesy and conviction. Reported conversations require a little role play; Eustache Chapuys, the Emperor Charles V's ambassador, puts in regular cameos, his every gesture being "like something an actor does": "When he thinks, he casts his eyes down, places two fingers to his forehead. When he sorrows, he sighs . . . . He is like a man who has wandered inadvertently into a play . . . and decided to stay and see it through". King Henry has so many sides to his character, "he could have been a travelling player, and leader of his troupe".

In this way, the novel becomes a play, becomes a gallery, conscious of its own framing devices, and is all the richer for being a historiographical as well as a historical novel: we know Cromwell has arrived at the height of his powers when he finds himself looking at Hans Holbein's portrait of him, Wolsey's ring on his finger, "no trace of a smile on the face of his painted self". This is both something that happened and something that comments on what has happened. The same goes for the glimpses, via ekphrasis, of bit players such as Edward Seymour (that "pure hawk's profile") and the astronomer Nikolaus Kratzer ("a dark man . . . with a long humorous mouth"), not to mention the King of France as a randy beanpole: the Frenchman who not only lives next to but owns the brothel.

There are perhaps too many repetitions of the snobbery motif, which has various peers telling Cromwell to his face what they think of him, and an abundance of material that some will read as sheer bagginess, but Wolf Hall is still a finely wrought thing, a worthy successor to the other fine performances from the same author, such as Fludd and A Place of Greater Safety, which are similarly concerned with revolutionary individuals ("religious conflict is the most dangerous force that could be unleashed in a nation", a salon declares in the latter novel). And Thomas Cromwell is a fitting hero for an epic in which bills of attainder do battle with an old world of superstition and chaos.

But that Cromwellian emptiness, while compelling, is also troubling. Could Henry's Master of the Jewel House really suffer from a slow-burning identity crisis? Is this more a distraction from inconsistencies than the ultimate character flaw (or salvation)? Cromwell is supposed to be immune to Anne's charms, for example. This does not stop him gazing at her at one point as much as does Henry, nor can he help imagining "resting his hand upon her shoulder and following with his thumb the scooped hollow between her collarbone and her throat; imagines with his forefinger tracking the line of her breast".

What is he, after all? The murdering spirit captured in Holbein's portrait? Firm but fair, an evangelical soul who would rather that the law spared More and Tyndale alike? Or a sum of historical parts that just won't add up?

Fiction abhors a vacuum. In the TLS, Hilary Mantel once wrote of herself trying to describe herself as a writer for an audience of aspiring writers: "Even as I talk I know I'm making myself up as I go along". Perhaps the same could be said of Cromwell, who would therefore have been made in the image of his creator. He would either make or mar, he is meant to have said on his way to court, in an attempt to reverse Wolsey's fortunes; here, he is very much the maker: "he can shape events, mould them. He can contain the fears of other men, and give them a sense of solidity in a quaking world: this people, this dynasty, this miserable rainy island at the edge of the world".

That is the same edge of the world encountered by those princesses who mated with demons to beget a race of giants, and Wolf Hall is that kind of novel: rephrasing its own phrases, even as Henry shifts shapes or Chapuys strikes another pose. No wonder slippery rephrasing is at the heart of Cromwell's conflict with More. The latter, we are told, would "for a difference in your Greek, kill you" – it might not say "Purgatory" anywhere in the Bible, but the word Tyndale translates as "love", More insists is "charity". Cromwell is more the sort of person to muse on the "equivocal mixture" of a sacramental offering: "this is my blood, this is like my blood, this is more or less somewhat like my blood, do this in commemoration of me".

We are on the edge of the known world, trying to decide if a cup of wine is, in fact, blood. Words. Words. Just words . . . .



Hilary Mantel
WOLF HALL
651pp. Fourth Estate. £18.99.
978 0 00 723018 1



Michael Caines's pamphlet about the novelist T. F. Powys and his publisher, Chatto & Windus, will be published later this year. He edited the volume on David Garrick in Lives of Shakespearian Actors, published last year.

Brain Gain

 

 
The New Yorker

Brain Gain

The underground world of "neuroenhancing" drugs.

by Margaret Talbot April 27, 2009

 
Every era has its defining drug. Neuroenhancers are perfectly suited for our efficiency-obsessed, BlackBerry-equipped office culture.

Every era has its defining drug. Neuroenhancers are perfectly suited for our efficiency-obsessed, BlackBerry-equipped office culture.

A young man I'll call Alex recently graduated from Harvard. As a history major, Alex wrote about a dozen papers a semester. He also ran a student organization, for which he often worked more than forty hours a week; when he wasn't on the job, he had classes. Weeknights were devoted to all the schoolwork that he couldn't finish during the day, and weekend nights were spent drinking with friends and going to dance parties. "Trite as it sounds," he told me, it seemed important to "maybe appreciate my own youth." Since, in essence, this life was impossible, Alex began taking Adderall to make it possible.

Adderall, a stimulant composed of mixed amphetamine salts, is commonly prescribed for children and adults who have been given a diagnosis of attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder. But in recent years Adderall and Ritalin, another stimulant, have been adopted as cognitive enhancers: drugs that high-functioning, overcommitted people take to become higher-functioning and more overcommitted. (Such use is "off label," meaning that it does not have the approval of either the drug's manufacturer or the Food and Drug Administration.) College campuses have become laboratories for experimentation with neuroenhancement, and Alex was an ingenious experimenter. His brother had received a diagnosis of A.D.H.D., and in his freshman year Alex obtained an Adderall prescription for himself by describing to a doctor symptoms that he knew were typical of the disorder. During his college years, Alex took fifteen milligrams of Adderall most evenings, usually after dinner, guaranteeing that he would maintain intense focus while losing "any ability to sleep for approximately eight to ten hours." In his sophomore year, he persuaded the doctor to add a thirty-milligram "extended release" capsule to his daily regimen.

Alex recalled one week during his junior year when he had four term papers due. Minutes after waking on Monday morning, around seven-thirty, he swallowed some "immediate release" Adderall. The drug, along with a steady stream of caffeine, helped him to concentrate during classes and meetings, but he noticed some odd effects; at a morning tutorial, he explained to me in an e-mail, "I alternated between speaking too quickly and thoroughly on some subjects and feeling awkwardly quiet during other points of the discussion." Lunch was a blur: "It's always hard to eat much when on Adderall." That afternoon, he went to the library, where he spent "too much time researching a paper rather than actually writing it—a problem, I can assure you, that is common to all intellectually curious students on stimulants." At eight, he attended a two-hour meeting "with a group focussed on student mental-health issues." Alex then "took an extended-release Adderall" and worked productively on the paper all night. At eight the next morning, he attended a meeting of his organization; he felt like "a zombie," but "was there to insure that the semester's work didn't go to waste." After that, Alex explained, "I went back to my room to take advantage of my tired body." He fell asleep until noon, waking "in time to polish my first paper and hand it in."

I met Alex one evening last summer, at an appealingly scruffy bar in the New England city where he lives. Skinny and bearded, and wearing faded hipster jeans, he looked like the lead singer in an indie band. He was ingratiating and articulate, and smoked cigarettes with an ironic air of defiance. Alex was happy enough to talk about his frequent use of Adderall at Harvard, but he didn't want to see his name in print; he's involved with an Internet start-up, and worried that potential investors might disapprove of his habit.

After we had ordered beers, he said, "One of the most impressive features of being a student is how aware you are of a twenty-four-hour work cycle. When you conceive of what you have to do for school, it's not in terms of nine to five but in terms of what you can physically do in a week while still achieving a variety of goals in a variety of realms—social, romantic, sexual, extracurricular, résumé-building, academic commitments." Alex was eager to dispel the notion that students who took Adderall were "academic automatons who are using it in order to be first in their class, or in order to be an obvious admit to law school or the first accepted at a consulting firm." In fact, he said, "it's often people"—mainly guys—"who are looking in some way to compensate for activities that are detrimental to their performance." He explained, "At Harvard, at least, most people are to some degree realistic about it. . . . I don't think people who take Adderall are aiming to be the top person in the class. I think they're aiming to be among the best. Or maybe not even among the best. At the most basic level, they aim to do better than they would have otherwise." He went on, "Everyone is aware of the fact that if you were up at 3 A.M. writing this paper it isn't going to be as good as it could have been. The fact that you were partying all weekend, or spent the last week being high, watching 'Lost'—that's going to take a toll."

Alex's sense of who uses stimulants for so-called "nonmedical" purposes is borne out by two dozen or so scientific studies. In 2005, a team led by Sean Esteban McCabe, a professor at the University of Michigan's Substance Abuse Research Center, reported that in the previous year 4.1 per cent of American undergraduates had taken prescription stimulants for off-label use; at one school, the figure was twenty-five per cent. Other researchers have found even higher rates: a 2002 study at a small college found that more than thirty-five per cent of the students had used prescription stimulants nonmedically in the previous year.

Drugs such as Adderall can cause nervousness, headaches, sleeplessness, and decreased appetite, among other side effects. An F.D.A. warning on Adderall's label notes that "amphetamines have a high potential for abuse" and can lead to dependence. (The label also mentions that adults using Adderall have reported serious cardiac problems, though the role of the drug in those cases is unknown.) Yet college students tend to consider Adderall and Ritalin benign, in part because they are likely to know peers who have taken the drugs since childhood for A.D.H.D. Indeed, McCabe reports, most students who use stimulants for cognitive enhancement obtain them from an acquaintance with a prescription. Usually, the pills are given away, but some students sell them.

According to McCabe's research team, white male undergraduates at highly competitive schools—especially in the Northeast—are the most frequent collegiate users of neuroenhancers. Users are also more likely to belong to a fraternity or a sorority, and to have a G.P.A. of 3.0 or lower. They are ten times as likely to report that they have smoked marijuana in the past year, and twenty times as likely to say that they have used cocaine. In other words, they are decent students at schools where, to be a great student, you have to give up a lot more partying than they're willing to give up.

The BoredAt Web sites—which allow college students to chat idly while they're ostensibly studying—are filled with messages about Adderall. Posts like these, from the BoredAtPenn site, are typical: "I have some Adderall—I'm sitting by room 101.10 in a grey shirt and headphones"; "I have Adderall for sale 20mg for $15"; "I took Adderall at 8 p.m., it's 6:30 a.m. and I've barely blinked." On the Columbia site, a poster with an e-mail address from CUNY complains that her friends take Adderall "like candy," adding, "I don't want to be at a disadvantage to everyone else. Is it really that dangerous? Will it fuck me up? My grades weren't that great this year and I could do with a bump." A Columbia student responds, "It's probably not a good idea if you're not prescribed," but offers practical advice anyway: "Keep the dose normal and don't grind them up or snort them." Occasional dissents ("I think there should be random drug testing at every exam") are drowned out by testimonials like this one, from the BoredAtHarvard site: "I don't want to be a pusher or start people on something bad, but Adderall is AMAZING."

Alex remains enthusiastic about Adderall, but he also has a slightly jaundiced critique of it. "It only works as a cognitive enhancer insofar as you are dedicated to accomplishing the task at hand," he said. "The number of times I've taken Adderall late at night and decided that, rather than starting my paper, hey, I'll organize my entire music library! I've seen people obsessively cleaning their rooms on it." Alex thought that generally the drug helped him to bear down on his work, but it also tended to produce writing with a characteristic flaw. "Often, I've looked back at papers I've written on Adderall, and they're verbose. They're belaboring a point, trying to create this airtight argument, when if you just got to your point in a more direct manner it would be stronger. But with Adderall I'd produce two pages on something that could be said in a couple of sentences." Nevertheless, his Adderall-assisted papers usually earned him at least a B. They got the job done. As Alex put it, "Productivity is a good thing."

Last April, the scientific journal Nature published the results of an informal online poll asking whether readers attempted to sharpen "their focus, concentration, or memory" by taking drugs such as Ritalin and Provigil—a newer kind of stimulant, known generically as modafinil, which was developed to treat narcolepsy. One out of five respondents said that they did. A majority of the fourteen hundred readers who responded said that healthy adults should be permitted to take brain boosters for nonmedical reasons, and sixty-nine per cent said that mild side effects were an acceptable risk. Though a majority said that such drugs should not be made available to children who had no diagnosed medical condition, a third admitted that they would feel pressure to give "smart drugs" to their kids if they learned that other parents were doing so.

Such competitive anxieties are already being felt in the workplace. Recently, an advice column in Wired featured a question from a reader worried about "a rising star at the firm" who was "using unprescribed modafinil to work crazy hours. Our boss has started getting on my case for not being as productive." And on Internet forums such as ImmInst, whose members share a nerdy passion for tweaking their cognitive function through drugs and supplements, people trade advice about dosages and "stacks"—improvised combinations—of neuroenhancers. ("Cut a tablet into fourths and took 25 mg every four hours, 4 times today, and had a great and productive day—with no side effects.") In one recent post, a fifty-two-year-old—who was working full time, studying for an advanced degree at night, and "married, etc."—wrote that after experimenting with modafinil he had settled on two daily doses of a hundred milligrams each. He believed that he was "performing a little better," adding, "I also feel slightly more animated when in discussion."

Not long ago, I met with Anjan Chatterjee, a neurologist at the University of Pennsylvania, in his office, which is tucked inside the labyrinthine Penn hospital complex. Chatterjee's main research interests are in subjects like the neurological basis of spatial understanding, but in the past few years, as he has heard more about students taking cognitive enhancers, he has begun writing about the ethical implications of such behavior. In 2004, he coined the term "cosmetic neurology" to describe the practice of using drugs developed for recognized medical conditions to strengthen ordinary cognition. Chatterjee worries about cosmetic neurology, but he thinks that it will eventually become as acceptable as cosmetic surgery has; in fact, with neuroenhancement it's harder to argue that it's frivolous. As he notes in a 2007 paper, "Many sectors of society have winner-take-all conditions in which small advantages produce disproportionate rewards." At school and at work, the usefulness of being "smarter," needing less sleep, and learning more quickly are all "abundantly clear." In the near future, he predicts, some neurologists will refashion themselves as "quality-of-life consultants," whose role will be "to provide information while abrogating final responsibility for these decisions to patients." The demand is certainly there: from an aging population that won't put up with memory loss; from overwrought parents bent on giving their children every possible edge; from anxious employees in an efficiency-obsessed, BlackBerry-equipped office culture, where work never really ends.

Chatterjee told me that many people who come to his clinic are cognitively preoccupied versions of what doctors call the "worried well." The day I visited his office, he had just seen a middle-aged woman, a successful Philadelphia lawyer, who mentioned having to struggle a bit to come up with certain names. "Here's an example of someone who by most measures is doing perfectly fine," Chatterjee said. "She's not having any trouble at work. But she notices she's having some problems, and it's very hard to know how much of that is just getting older." Of course, people in her position could strive to get regular exercise and plenty of intellectual stimulation, both of which have been shown to help maintain cognitive function. But maybe they're already doing so and want a bigger mental rev-up, or maybe they want something easier than sweaty workouts and Russian novels: a pill.

Recently, I spoke on the phone with Barbara Sahakian, a clinical neuropsychologist at Cambridge University, and the co-author of a December, 2007, article in Nature, "Professor's Little Helper." Sahakian, who also consults for several pharmaceutical companies, and her co-author, Sharon Morein-Zamir, reported that a number of their colleagues were using prescription drugs like Adderall and Provigil. Because the drugs are easy to buy online, they wrote, it would be difficult to stop their spread: "The drive for self-enhancement of cognition is likely to be as strong if not stronger than in the realms of 'enhancement' of beauty and sexual function." (In places like Cambridge, at least.)

When I spoke with Sahakian, she had just flown from England to Scottsdale, Arizona, to attend a conference, and she was tired. She might, justifiably, have forgone distractions like me, but she had her cell phone with her, and though it was a weekend morning some industrious person in the Cambridge news office had reached Sahakian in her hotel room, after she got out of the shower and before she had to rush to the first session. "We may be healthy and high-functioning, and think of ourselves that way, but it's very rare that we are actually functioning at our optimal level," Sahakian said. "Take me. I'm over here, and I've got jet lag and I've got to give a talk tonight and perform well, in what will be the middle of the night, U.K. time." She mentioned businessmen who have to fly back and forth across the Atlantic: "The difference between making a deal and not is huge and they sometimes only have one meeting to try and do it." She sympathized with them, but, she added, "we are a society that so wants a quick fix that many people are happy to take drugs."

For the moment, people looking for that particular quick fix have a limited choice of meds. But, given the amount of money and research hours being spent on developing drugs to treat cognitive decline, Provigil and Adderall are likely to be joined by a bigger pharmacopoeia. Among the drugs in the pipeline are ampakines, which target a type of glutamate receptor in the brain; it is hoped that they may stem the memory loss associated with diseases like Alzheimer's. But ampakines may also give healthy people a palpable cognitive boost. A 2007 study of sixteen healthy elderly volunteers found that five hundred milligrams of one particular ampakine "unequivocally" improved short-term memory, though it appeared to detract from episodic memory—the recall of past events. Another class of drugs, cholinesterase inhibitors, which are already being used with some success to treat Alzheimer's patients, have also shown promise as neuroenhancers. In one study, the drug donepezil strengthened the performance of pilots on flight simulators; in another, of thirty healthy young male volunteers, it improved verbal and visual episodic memory. Several pharmaceutical companies are working on drugs that target nicotine receptors in the brain, in the hope that they can replicate the cognitive uptick that smokers get from cigarettes.

Zack and Casey Lynch are a young couple who, in 2005, launched NeuroInsights, a company that advises investors on developments in brain-science technology. (Since then, they've also founded a lobbying group, the Neurotechnology Industry Organization.) Casey and Zack met as undergraduates at U.C.L.A.; she went on to get a master's degree in neuroscience at U.C.S.F., and he became an executive at a software company. Last summer, I had coffee with them in the Noe Valley neighborhood of San Francisco, and they both spoke with casual certainty about the coming market for neuroenhancers. Zack, who has a book being published this summer, called "The Neuro Revolution," said, "We live in an information society. What's the next form of human society? The neuro-society." In coming years, he said, scientists will understand the brain better, and we'll have improved neuroenhancers that some people will use therapeutically, others because they are "on the borderline of needing them therapeutically," and others purely "for competitive advantage."

Zack explained that he didn't really like the term "enhancement": "We're not talking about superhuman intelligence. No one's saying we're coming out with a pill that's going to make you smarter than Einstein! . . . What we're really talking about is enabling people." He sketched a bell curve on the back of a napkin. "Almost every drug in development is something that will take someone who's working at, like, forty per cent or fifty per cent, and take them up to eighty," he said.

New psychiatric drugs have a way of creating markets for themselves. Disorders often become widely diagnosed after drugs come along that can alter a set of suboptimal behaviors. In this way, Ritalin and Adderall helped make A.D.H.D. a household name, and advertisements for antidepressants have helped define shyness as a malady. If there's a pill that can clear up the wavering focus of sleep-deprived youth, or mitigate the tip-of-the-tongue experience of middle age, then those rather ordinary states may come to be seen as syndromes. As Casey put it, "The drugs get better, and the markets become bigger."

"Yes," Zack said. "We call it the lifestyle-improvement market."

The Lynches said that Provigil was a classic example of a related phenomenon: mission creep. In 1998, Cephalon, the pharmaceutical company that manufactures it, received government approval to market the drug, but only for "excessive daytime sleepiness" due to narcolepsy; by 2004, Cephalon had obtained permission to expand the labelling, so that it included sleep apnea and "shift-work sleep disorder." Net sales of Provigil climbed from a hundred and ninety-six million dollars in 2002 to nine hundred and eighty-eight million in 2008.

Cephalon executives have repeatedly said that they do not condone off-label use of Provigil, but in 2002 the company was reprimanded by the F.D.A. for distributing marketing materials that presented the drug as a remedy for tiredness, "decreased activity," and other supposed ailments. And in 2008 Cephalon paid four hundred and twenty-five million dollars and pleaded guilty to a federal criminal charge relating to its promotion of off-label uses for Provigil and two other drugs. Later this year, Cephalon plans to introduce Nuvigil, a longer-lasting variant of Provigil. Candace Steele, a spokesperson, said, "We're exploring its possibilities to treat excessive sleepiness associated with schizophrenia, bipolar depression, traumatic injury, and jet lag." Though she emphasized that Cephalon was not developing Nuvigil as a neuroenhancer, she noted, "As part of the preparation for some of these other diseases, we're looking to see if there's improvement in cognition."

Unlike many hypothetical scenarios that bioethicists worry about—human clones, "designer babies"—cognitive enhancement is already in full swing. Even if today's smart drugs aren't as powerful as such drugs may someday be, there are plenty of questions that need to be asked about them. How much do they actually help? Are they potentially harmful or addictive? Then, there's the question of what we mean by "smarter." Could enhancing one kind of thinking exact a toll on others? All these questions need proper scientific answers, but for now much of the discussion is taking place furtively, among the increasing number of Americans who are performing daily experiments on their own brains.

Paul Phillips was unusual for a professional poker player. When he joined the circuit, in the late nineties, he was already a millionaire: a twenty-something tech guy who had started off writing software, helped found an Internet portal called go2net, and cashed in at the right moment. He was cerebral and, at times, brusque. His nickname was Dot Com. On the international poker-tournament scene—where the male players tend to be either unabashedly schlumpy or sharply dressed in the manner of a Vegas hotel manager—Phillips cultivated a geeky New Wave style. He wore vintage shirts in wild geometric patterns; his hair was dyed orange or silver one week, shaved off the next. Most unusual of all, Phillips talked freely about taking prescription drugs—Adderall and, especially, Provigil—in order to play better cards.

He first took up the game in 1995, when he was in college, at U.C. San Diego. He recalled, "It was very mathematical, but you could also inject yourself into the game and manipulate the other guy with words"—more so than in a game like chess. Phillips soon felt that he had mastered the strategic aspects of poker. The key variable was execution. At tournaments, he needed to be able to stay focussed for fourteen hours at a stretch, often for several days, but he found it difficult to do so. In 2003, a doctor gave him a diagnosis of A.D.H.D., and he began taking Adderall. Within six months, he had won $1.6 million at poker events—far more than he'd won in the previous four years. Adderall not only helped him concentrate; it also helped him resist the impulse to keep playing losing hands out of boredom. In 2004, Phillips asked his doctor to give him a prescription for Provigil, which he added to his Adderall regimen. He took between two hundred and three hundred milligrams of Provigil a day, which, he felt, helped him settle into an even more serene and objective state of mindfulness; as he put it, he felt "less like a participant than an observer—and a very effective one." Though Phillips sees neuroenhancers as essentially steroids for the brain, they haven't yet been banned from poker competitions.

Last summer, I visited Phillips in the high-desert resort town of Bend, Oregon, where he lives with his wife, Kathleen, and their two daughters, Ivy and Ruby. Phillips, who is now thirty-six, seemed a bit out of place in Bend, where people spend a lot of time skiing and river rafting. Among the friendly, faithfully recycling locals, he was making an effort to curb his caustic side. Still, when I first sent Phillips an e-mail asking him to explain, more precisely, how Provigil affected him, he couldn't resist a smart-ass answer: "More precisely: after a pill is consumed, tiny molecules are absorbed into the bloodstream, where they eventually cross the blood-brain barrier and influence the operation of the wetware up top."

In person, he was more obliging. He picked me up at the Bend airport driving a black convertible BMW, and we went for coffee at a cheery café called Thump. Phillips wore shorts and flip-flops and his black T-shirt displayed an obscure programming joke. "Poker is about sitting in one place, watching your opponents for a long time, and making better observations about them than they make about you," he said. With Provigil, he "could process all the information about what was going on at the table and do something about it." Though there is no question that Phillips became much more successful at poker after taking neuroenhancers, I asked him if his improvement could be explained by a placebo effect, or by coincidence. He doubted it, but allowed that it could. Still, he said, "there's a sort of clarity I get with Provigil. With Adderall, I'd characterize the effect as correction—correction of an underlying condition. Provigil feels like enhancement." And, whereas Adderall made him "jittery," Provigil's effects were "completely limited to my brain." He had "zero difficulty sleeping."

On the other hand, Phillips said, Provigil's effects "have attenuated over time. The body is an amazing adjusting machine, and there's no upside that I've been able to see to just taking more." A few years ago, Phillips tired of poker, and started playing competitive Scrabble. He was good, but not that good. He was older than many of his rivals, and he needed to undertake a lot of rote memorization, which didn't come as easily as it once had. "I stopped short of memorizing the entire dictionary, and to be really good you have to get up to eight- and nine-letter words," he told me. "But I did learn every word up to five letters, plus maybe ten thousand seven- and eight-letter words." Provigil, he said, helped with the memorization process, but "it's not going to make you smarter. It's going to make you better able to use the tools you have for a sustained period."

Similarly, a journalist I know, who takes the drug when he has to stay up all night on deadline, says that it doesn't help in the phase when he's trying to figure out what he wants to say or how to structure a story; but, once he's arrived at those insights, it helps him stay intent on completing a draft. Similarly, a seventy-four-year-old who published a letter in Nature last year offered a charmingly specific description of his modafinil habit: "Previously, I could work competently on the fracture-mechanics of high-silica stone (while replicating ancient tool-flaking techniques) for about an hour. With modafinil, I could continue for almost three hours."

Cephalon, the Provigil manufacturer, has publicly downplayed the idea that the drug can be used as a smart pill. In 2007, the company's founder and C.E.O., Frank Baldino, Jr., told a reporter from the trade journal Pharmaceutical Executive, "I think if you're tired, Provigil will keep you awake. If you're not tired, it's not going to do anything." But Baldino may have been overly modest. Only a few studies have been done of Provigil's effects on healthy, non-sleep-deprived volunteers, but those studies suggest that Provigil does provide an edge, at least for some kinds of challenges. In 2002, researchers at Cambridge University gave sixty healthy young male volunteers a battery of standard cognitive tests. One group received modafinil; the other got a placebo. The modafinil group performed better on several tasks, such as the "digit span" test, in which subjects are asked to repeat increasingly longer strings of numbers forward, then backward. They also did better in recognizing repeated visual patterns and on a spatial-planning challenge known as the Tower of London task. (It's not nearly as fun as it sounds.) Writing in the journal Psychopharmacology, the study's authors said the results suggested that "modafinil offers significant potential as a cognitive enhancer."

Phillips told me that, much as he believes in neuroenhancers, he did not want to be "the poster boy for smart-in-a-pill." At one point, he said, "We really don't know the possible implications for long-term use of these things." (He recently stopped taking Provigil every day, replacing it with another prescription stimulant.) He found the "arms-race aspect" of cognitive enhancement distasteful, and didn't like the idea that parents might force their kids to take smart pills. He sighed when I suggested that adults, too, might feel coerced into using the drugs. "Yeah, in a competitive field—if suddenly a quarter of the people are more equipped, but you don't want to take the risks with your body—it could begin to seem terribly unfair," he said. "I don't think we need to be turning up the crank another notch on how hard we work. But the fact is, the baseline competitive level is going to reorient around what these drugs make possible, and you can choose to compete or not."

In the afternoon, we drove over to Phillips's house—a big place, handsome and new, with a sweeping deck overhanging the Deschutes River. Inside, toys were strewn across the shag carpeting. Phillips was waiting for his wife and daughters to come home from the swimming pool, and, sitting in his huge, high-ceilinged living room, he looked a little bored. He told me that he had recently decided to apply to graduate school in computer programming. It was going to be hard—getting out all those applications, convincing graduate programs that he was serious about returning to school. But he had, as he put it, "exhausted myself on all forms of leisure," and felt nostalgic for his last two years of college, when he had discovered computer programming. "That was the most purely intellectually satisfying period of my whole life," he said. "It transformed my brain from being all over the place to a reasonable edifice of knowledge about something." Back then, he hadn't taken any smart pills. "I would have been a freakin' dynamo in college if I'd been taking them," he said. "But, still, I had to find computers. That made a bigger difference than anything else—finding something I just couldn't get enough of."

Provigil may well confer a temporary advantage on healthy people, but this doesn't mean that it's ready to replace your morning espresso. Anjan Chatterjee told me that there "just aren't enough studies of these drugs in normal people." He said, "In the situations where they do help, do they come with a cost?" As he wrote in a recent letter to Nature, "Most seasoned physicians have had the sobering experience of prescribing medications that, despite good intentions, caused bad outcomes." Given that cognitive enhancement is a choice, not a necessity, the cost-benefit calculation for neuroenhancers should probably be different than it is for, say, heart medications.

Provigil can be habit-forming. In a study published recently in the Journal of the American Medical Association, a group led by Nora Volkow, the director of the National Institute on Drug Abuse, scanned the brains of ten men after they had been given a placebo, and also after they had been given a dose of modafinil. The modafinil appeared to lead to an increase in the brain chemical dopamine. "Because drugs that increase dopamine have the potential for abuse," Volkow's report concluded, "these results suggest that risk for addiction in vulnerable persons merits heightened awareness." (Cephalon, in a response to the report, notes that Provigil's label urges physicians to monitor patients closely, especially those with a history of drug abuse.) On the Web site Erowid, where people vividly, and anonymously, report their experiences with legal and illegal drugs, some modafinil users have described a dependency on the drug. One man, who identified himself as a former biochemistry student, said that he had succeeded in kicking cocaine and opiate habits but couldn't stop using modafinil. Whenever he ran out of the drug, he said, "I start to freak out." After "4-5 days" without it, "the head fog starts to come back."

Eliminating foggy-headedness seems to be the goal of many users of neuroenhancers. But can today's drugs actually accomplish this? I recently posed this question to Anjan Chatterjee's colleague Martha Farah, who is a psychologist at Penn and the director of its Center for Cognitive Neuroscience. She has been writing about neuroenhancers for several years from a perspective that is deeply fascinated and mildly critical, but basically in favor—with the important caveat that we need to know much more about how these drugs work. I spoke with her one afternoon at her research center, which is in a decidedly unfuturistic-looking Victorian house on Walnut Street, in Philadelphia. Farah, who is an energetic conversationalist, had bought canned espresso drinks for us. Though she does not take neuroenhancers, she has found that her interest in them has renewed her romance with the next best thing: caffeine.

Farah had just finished a paper in which she reviewed the evidence on prescription stimulants as neuroenhancers from forty laboratory studies involving healthy subjects. Most of the studies looked at one of three types of cognition: learning, working memory, and cognitive control. A typical learning test asks subjects to memorize a list of paired words; an hour, a few days, or a week later, they are presented with the first words in the pairs and asked to come up with the second. The studies on learning showed that neuroenhancers did improve retention. The benefits were more apparent in studies where subjects had been asked to remember information for several days or longer.

Working memory has been likened to a mental scratch pad: you use it to keep relevant data in mind while you're completing a task. (Imagine a cross-examination, in which a lawyer has to keep track of the answers a witness has given, and formulate new questions based on them.) In one common test, subjects are shown a series of items—usually letters or numbers—and then presented with challenges: Was this number or letter in the series? Was this one? In the working-memory tests, subjects performed better on neuroenhancers, though several of the studies suggested that the effect depended on how good a subject's working memory was to begin with: the better it was, the less benefit the drugs provided.

The third category that the studies examined was cognitive control—how effectively you can check yourself in circumstances where the most natural response is the wrong one. A classic test is the Stroop Task, in which people are shown the name of a color (let's say orange) written in a different color (let's say purple). They're asked to read the word (which is easy, because our habitual response to a word is to read it) or to name the ink color (which is harder, because our first impulse is to say "orange"). These studies presented a more mixed picture, but over all they showed some benefit "for most normal healthy subjects"—especially for people who had inherently poorer cognitive control.

Farah told me, "These drugs will definitely help some technically normal people—that is, people who don't meet the diagnostic criteria for A.D.H.D. or any kind of cognitive impairment." But, she emphasized, "they will help people in the lower end of the ability range more than in the higher end." One explanation for this phenomenon might be that, the more adept you are at a given task, the less room you have to improve. Farah has a hunch that there may be another reason that existing drugs, so far, at least, don't offer as much help to people with greater intellectual abilities. Drugs like Ritalin and Adderall work, in part, by elevating the amount of dopamine in the brain. Dopamine is something you want just enough of: too little, and you may not be as alert and motivated as you need to be; too much, and you may feel overstimulated. Neuroscientists have discovered that some people have a gene that leads the brain to break down dopamine faster, leaving less of it available; such people are generally a little worse at certain cognitive tasks. People with more available dopamine are generally somewhat better at the same tasks. It makes sense, then, that people with naturally low dopamine would benefit more from an artificial boost.

Of course, learning, working memory, and cognitive control represent just a few aspects of thinking. Farah concluded that studies looking at other kinds of cognition—verbal fluency, for instance—were too few and too contradictory to tell us much. And the effects of neuroenhancers on some vital forms of intellectual activity, such as abstract thought and creativity, have barely been studied at all. Farah said that the extant literature was concerned with "fairly boring kinds of thinking—how long can you stay vigilant while staring at a screen and waiting for a little light to blink." She added, "It would be great to have studies of more flexible kinds of thought."

Both Chatterjee and Farah have wondered whether drugs that heighten users' focus might dampen their creativity. After all, some of our best ideas come to us not when we sit down at a desk but, rather, when we're in the shower or walking the dog—letting our minds roam. Jimi Hendrix reported that the inspiration for "Purple Haze" came to him in a dream; the chemist Friedrich August Kekule claimed that he discovered the ring structure of benzene during a reverie in which he saw the image of a snake biting its tail. Farah told me, "Cognitive psychologists have found that there is a trade-off between attentional focus and creativity. And there is some evidence that suggests that individuals who are better able to focus on one thing and filter out distractions tend to be less creative."

Farah and Chatterjee recently completed a preliminary study looking at the effect of one ten-milligram dose of Adderall on sixteen students doing standard laboratory tests of creative thinking. They did not find that this low dose had a detrimental effect, but both believe that this is only the beginning of the vetting that must be done. "More and more of our young people are using these drugs to help them work," Farah said. "They've got their laptop, their iPhone, and their Adderall. This rising generation of workers and leaders may have a subtly different style of thinking and working, because they're using these drugs or because they learned to work using these drugs, so that even if you take the drugs away they'll still have a certain approach. I'm a little concerned that we could be raising a generation of very focussed accountants."

Farah has also been considering the ethical complications resulting from the rise of smart drugs. Don't neuroenhancers confer yet another advantage on the kind of people who already can afford private tutors and prep courses? At many colleges, students have begun calling the off-label use of neuroenhancers a form of cheating. Writing last year in the Cavalier Daily, the student newspaper of the University of Virginia, a columnist named Greg Crapanzano argued that neuroenhancers "create an unfair advantage for the users who are willing to break the law in order to gain an edge. These students create work that is dependent on the use of a pill rather than their own work ethic." Of course, it's hard to imagine a university administration that would require students to pee in a cup before they get their blue books. And though secretly taking a neuroenhancer for a three-hour exam does seem unfair, condemning the drugs' use seems extreme. Even with the aid of a neuroenhancer, you still have to write the essay, conceive the screenplay, or finish the grant proposal, and if you can take credit for work you've done on caffeine or nicotine, then you can take credit for work produced on Provigil.

Farah questions the idea that neuroenhancers will expand inequality. Citing the "pretty clear trend across the studies that say neuroenhancers will be less helpful for people who score above average," she said that cognitive-enhancing pills could actually become levellers, if they are dispensed cheaply. A 2007 discussion paper published by the British Medical Association also makes this point: "Equality of opportunity is an explicit goal of our education system, giving individuals the best chance of achieving their full potential and of competing on equal terms with their peers. Selective use of neuroenhancers amongst those with lower intellectual capacity, or those from deprived backgrounds who do not have the benefit of additional tuition, could enhance the educational opportunities for those groups." If the idea of giving a pill as a substitute for better teaching seems repellent—like substituting an I.V. drip of synthetic nutrition for actual food—it may nevertheless be preferable to a scenario in which only wealthy kids receive a frequent mental boost.

Farah was one of several scholars who contributed to a recent article in Nature, "Towards Responsible Use of Cognitive Enhancing Drugs by the Healthy." The optimistic tone of the article suggested that some bioethicists are leaning toward endorsing neuroenhancement. "Like all new technologies, cognitive enhancement can be used well or poorly," the article declared. "We should welcome new methods of improving our brain function. In a world in which human workspans and lifespans are increasing, cognitive enhancement tools—including the pharmacological—will be increasingly useful for improved quality of life and extended work productivity, as well as to stave off normal and pathological age-related cognitive declines. Safe and effective cognitive enhancers will benefit both the individual and society." The British Medical Association report offered a similarly upbeat observation: "Universal access to enhancing interventions would bring up the base-line level of cognitive ability, which is generally seen to be a good thing."

And yet when enthusiasts share their vision of our neuroenhanced future it can sound dystopian. Zack Lynch, of NeuroInsights, gave me a rationale for smart pills that I found particularly grim. "If you're a fifty-five-year-old in Boston, you have to compete with a twenty-six-year-old from Mumbai now, and those kinds of pressures are only going to grow," he began. Countries other than the U.S. might tend to be a little looser with their regulations, and offer approval of new cognitive enhancers first. "And if you're a company that's got forty-seven offices worldwide, and all of a sudden your Singapore office is using cognitive enablers, and you're saying to Congress, 'I'm moving all my financial operations to Singapore and Taiwan, because it's legal to use those there,' you bet that Congress is going to say, 'Well, O.K.' It will be a moot question then. It would be like saying, 'No, you can't use a cell phone. It might increase productivity!' "

If we eventually decide that neuroenhancers work, and are basically safe, will we one day enforce their use? Lawmakers might compel certain workers—emergency-room doctors, air-traffic controllers—to take them. (Indeed, the Air Force already makes modafinil available to pilots embarking on long missions.) For the rest of us, the pressure will be subtler—that queasy feeling I get when I remember that my younger colleague is taking Provigil to meet deadlines. All this may be leading to a kind of society I'm not sure I want to live in: a society where we're even more overworked and driven by technology than we already are, and where we have to take drugs to keep up; a society where we give children academic steroids along with their daily vitamins.

Paul McHugh, a psychiatrist at Johns Hopkins University, has written skeptically about cosmetic neurology. In a 2004 essay, he notes that at least once a year in his private practice he sees a young person—usually a boy—whose parents worry that his school performance could be better, and want a medication that will assure it. In most of these cases, "the truth is that the son does not have the superior I.Q. of his parents," though the boy may have other qualities that surpass those of his parents—he may be "handsome, charming, athletic, graceful." McHugh sees his job as trying to get the parents to "forget about adjusting him to their aims with medication or anything else." When I spoke with him on the phone, McHugh expanded on this point: "Maybe it's wrong-footed trying to fit people into the world, rather than trying to make the world a better place for people. And if the idea is that the only college your child can go to is Harvard, well, maybe that's the idea that needs righting."

If Alex, the Harvard student, and Paul Phillips, the poker player, consider their use of neuroenhancers a private act, Nicholas Seltzer sees his habit as a pursuit that aligns him with a larger movement for improving humanity. Seltzer has a B.A. from U.C. Davis and a master's degree in security policy from George Washington University. But the job that he obtained with these credentials—as a researcher at a defense-oriented think tank, in northern Virginia—has not left him feeling as intellectually alive as he would like. To compensate, he writes papers in his spare time on subjects like "human biological evolution and warfare." He also primes his brain with artificial challenges; even when he goes to the rest room at the office, he takes the opportunity to play memory or logic games on his cell phone. Seltzer, who is thirty, told me that he worried that he "didn't have the mental energy, the endurance, the—I don't know what to properly call this—the sponginess that I seem to recall having when I was younger."

Suffice it to say that this is not something you notice when you talk to Seltzer. And though our memory is probably at its peak in our early twenties, few thirty-year-olds are aware of a deficit. But Seltzer is the Washington-wonk equivalent of those models and actors in L.A. who discern tiny wrinkles long before their agent does. His girlfriend, a technology consultant whom he met in a museum, is nine years younger, and he was already thinking about how his mental fitness would stand up next to hers. He told me, "She's twenty-one, and I want to stay young and vigorous and don't want to be a burden on her later in life." He didn't worry about visible signs of aging, but he wanted to keep his mind "nimble and healthy for as long as possible."

Seltzer considers himself a "transhumanist," in the mold of the Oxford philosopher Nick Bostrom and the futurist writer and inventor Ray Kurzweil. Transhumanists are interested in robots, cryogenics, and living a really, really long time; they consider biological limitations that the rest of us might accept, or even appreciate, as creaky obstacles to be aggressively surmounted. On the ImmInst forums—"ImmInst" stands for "Immortality Institute"—Seltzer and other members discuss life-extension strategies and the potential benefits of cognitive enhancers. Some of the forum members limit themselves to vitamin and mineral supplements. Others use Adderall or modafinil or, like Seltzer, a drug called piracetam, which was first marketed by a Belgian pharmaceutical company in 1972 and, in recent years, has become available in the U.S. from retailers that sell supplements. Although not approved for any use by the F.D.A., piracetam has been used experimentally on stroke patients—to little effect—and on patients with a rare neurological condition called progressive myoclonus epilepsy, for whom it proved helpful in alleviating muscle spasms. Data on piracetam's benefits for healthy people are virtually nonexistent, but many users believe that the drug increases blood flow to the brain.

From the time I first talked to Seltzer, it was clear that although he felt cognitive enhancers were of practical use, they also appealed to him on an aesthetic level. Using neuroenhancers, he said, "is like customizing yourself—customizing your brain." For some people, he went on, it was important to enhance their mood, so they took antidepressants; but for people like him it was more important "to increase mental horsepower." He added, "It's fundamentally a choice you're making about how you want to experience consciousness." Whereas the nineties had been about "the personalization of technology," this decade was about the personalization of the brain—what some enthusiasts have begun to call "mind hacking."

Of course, the idea behind mind-hacking isn't exactly new. Fortifying one's mental stamina with drugs of various kinds has a long history. Sir Francis Bacon consumed everything from tobacco to saffron in the hope of goosing his brain. Balzac reputedly fuelled sixteen-hour bouts of writing with copious servings of coffee, which, he wrote, "chases away sleep, and gives us the capacity to engage a little longer in the exercise of our intellects." Sartre dosed himself with speed in order to finish "Critique of Dialectical Reason." My college friends and I wrote term papers with the sweaty-palmed assistance of NoDoz tablets. And, before smoking bans, entire office cultures chugged along on a collective nicotine buzz—at least, if "Mad Men" is to be believed. Seltzer and his interlocutors on the ImmInst forum are just the latest members of a seasoned cohort, even if they have more complex pharmaceuticals at their disposal.

I eventually met Seltzer in an underground food court not far from the Pentagon. We sat down at a Formica table in the dim light. Seltzer was slim, had a shaved head, and wore metal-frame glasses; matching his fastidious look, he spoke precisely, rarely stumbling over his words. I asked him if he had any ethical worries about smart drugs. After a pause, he said that he might have a concern if somebody popped a neuroenhancer before taking a licensing exam that certified him as, say, a brain surgeon, and then stopped using the drug. Other than that, he couldn't see a problem. He said that he was a firm believer in the idea that "we should have a fair degree of liberty to do with our bodies and our minds as we see fit, so long as it doesn't impinge on the basic rights, liberty, and safety of others." He argued, "Why would you want an upward limit on the intellectual capabilities of a human being? And, if you have a very nationalist viewpoint, why wouldn't you want our country to have the advantage over other countries, particularly in what some people call a knowledge-based economy?" He went on, "Think about the complexity of the intellectual tasks that people need to accomplish today. Just trying to understand what Congress is doing is not a simple thing! The complexity of understanding the gamut of scientific and technical and social issues is difficult. If we had a tool that enabled more people to understand the world at a greater level of sophistication, how can we prejudice ourselves against the notion, simply because we don't like athletes to do it? To me, it doesn't seem like the same question. And it deserves its own debate."

Seltzer had never had a diagnosis of any kind of learning disorder. But he added, "Though I wouldn't say I'm dyslexic, sometimes when I type prose, after I look back and read it, I've frequently left out words or interposed words, and sometimes I have difficulty concentrating." In graduate school, he obtained a prescription for Adderall from a doctor who didn't ask a lot of questions. The drug helped him, especially when his ambitions were relatively low. He recalled, "I had this one paper, on nuclear strategy. The professor didn't look favorably on any kind of creative thinking." On Adderall, he pumped out the paper in an evening. "I just bit my tongue, regurgitated, and got a good-enough grade."

On the other hand, Seltzer recalled that he had taken piracetam to write an essay on "the idea of harmony as a trope in Chinese political discourse"—it was one of the papers he was proudest of. He said, "It was really an intellectual challenge to do. I felt that the piracetam helped me to work within the realm of the abstract, and make the kind of associations that I needed—following this idea of harmony from an ancient religious belief as it was translated throughout the centuries into a very important topic in political discourse."

After a hiatus of several years, Seltzer had recently resumed taking neuroenhancers. In addition to piracetam, he took a stack of supplements that he thought helped his brain functioning: fish oils, five antioxidants, a product called ChocoMind, and a number of others, all available at the health-food store. He was thinking about adding modafinil, but hadn't yet. For breakfast every morning, he concocted a slurry of oatmeal, berries, soy milk, pomegranate juice, flaxseed, almond meal, raw eggs, and protein powder. The goal behind the recipe was efficiency: to rely on "one goop you could eat or drink that would have everything you need nutritionally for your brain and body." He explained, "Taste was the last thing on my mind; I wanted to be able to keep it down—that was it." (He told me this in the kitchen of his apartment; he lives with a roommate, who walked in while we were talking, listened perplexedly for a moment, then put a frozen pizza in the oven.)

Seltzer's decision to take piracetam was based on his own online reading, which included medical-journal abstracts. He hadn't consulted a doctor. Since settling on a daily regimen of supplements, he had sensed an improvement in his intellectual work and his ability to engage in stimulating conversation. He continued, "I feel I'm better able to articulate my thoughts. I'm sure you've been in the zone—you're having a really exciting debate with somebody, your brain feels alive. I feel that more. But I don't want to say that it's this profound change."

I asked him if piracetam made him feel smarter, or just more alert and confident—a little better equipped to marshal the resources he naturally had. "Maybe," he said. "I'm not sure what being smarter means, entirely. It's a difficult quality to measure. It's the gestalt factor, all these qualities coming together—not only your ability to crunch some numbers, or remember some figures or a sequence of numbers, but also your ability to maintain a certain emotional state that is conducive to productive intellectual work. I do feel I'm more intelligent with the drugs, but I can't give you a number of I.Q. points."

The effects of piracetam on healthy volunteers have been studied even less than those of Adderall or modafinil. Most peer-reviewed studies focus on its effects on dementia, or on people who have suffered a seizure or a concussion. Many of the studies that look at other neurological effects were performed on rats and mice. Piracetam's mechanisms of action are not understood, though it may increase levels of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. In 2008, a committee of the British Academy of Medical Sciences noted that many of the clinical trials of piracetam for dementia were methodologically flawed. Another published review of the available studies of the drug concluded that the evidence "does not support the use of piracetam in the treatment of people with dementia or cognitive impairment," but suggested that further investigation might be warranted. I asked Seltzer if he thought he should wait for scientific ratification of piracetam. He laughed. "I don't want to," he said. "Because it's working."

It makes no sense to ban the use of neuroenhancers. Too many people are already taking them, and the users tend to be educated and privileged people who proceed with just enough caution to avoid getting into trouble. Besides, Anjan Chatterjee is right that there is an apt analogy with plastic surgery. In a consumer society like ours, if people are properly informed about the risks and benefits of neuroenhancers, they can make their own choices about how to alter their minds, just as they can make their own decisions about shaping their bodies.

Still, even if you acknowledge that cosmetic neurology is here to stay, there is something dispiriting about the way the drugs are used—the kind of aspirations they open up, or don't. Jonathan Eisen, an evolutionary biologist at U.C. Davis, is skeptical of what he mockingly calls "brain doping." During a recent conversation, he spoke about colleagues who take neuroenhancers in order to grind out grant proposals. "It's weird to me that people are taking these drugs to write grants," he said. "I mean, if you came up with some really interesting paper that was spurred by taking some really interesting drug—magic mushrooms or something—that would make more sense to me. In the end, you're only as good as the ideas you've come up with."

But it's not the mind-expanding sixties anymore. Every era, it seems, has its own defining drug. Neuroenhancers are perfectly suited for the anxiety of white-collar competition in a floundering economy. And they have a synergistic relationship with our multiplying digital technologies: the more gadgets we own, the more distracted we become, and the more we need help in order to focus. The experience that neuroenhancement offers is not, for the most part, about opening the doors of perception, or about breaking the bonds of the self, or about experiencing a surge of genius. It's about squeezing out an extra few hours to finish those sales figures when you'd really rather collapse into bed; getting a B instead of a B-minus on the final exam in a lecture class where you spent half your time texting; cramming for the G.R.E.s at night, because the information-industry job you got after college turned out to be deadening. Neuroenhancers don't offer freedom. Rather, they facilitate a pinched, unromantic, grindingly efficient form of productivity.

This winter, I spoke again with Alex, the Harvard graduate, and found that, after a break of several months, he had gone back to taking Adderall—a small dose every day. He felt that he was learning to use the drug in a more "disciplined" manner. Now, he said, it was less about staying up late to finish work he should have done earlier, and more "about staying focussed on work, which makes me want to work longer hours." What employer would object to that?