Assa Auerbach’s course was the most maddening course I’ve ever taken.&
I was a master’s student in the Perimeter Scholars International program at the Perimeter Institute for Theoretical Physics. Perimeter trotted in world experts to lecture about modern physics. Many of the lecturers dazzled us with their pedagogy and research. We grew to know them not only in class and office hours, but also over meals at Perimeter’s Black-Hole Bistro.
Assa hailed from the Technion in Haifa, Israel. He’d written the book—at least, a book—about condensed matter, the physics of materials. He taught us condensed matter, according to some definition of “taught.”&
Assa zipped through course material. He refrained from defining terminology. He used loose, imprecise language that conveys intuition to experts and only to experts. He threw at us the Hubbard model, the Heisenberg model, the Meissner effect, and magnons. If you don’t know what those terms mean, then I empathize. Really.
So I fought Assa like a groom hauling on a horse’s reins. I raised my hand again and again, insisting on clarifications. I shot off questions as quickly as I could invent them, because they were the only barriers slowing him down. He told me they were.
One day, we were studying magnetism. It arises because each atom in a magnet has a magnetic moment, a tiny compass that can angle in any direction. Under certain conditions, atoms’ magnetic moments tend to angle in opposite directions. Sometimes, not all atoms can indulge this tendency, as in the example below.
Physicists call this clash frustration, which I wanted to understand comprehensively and abstractly. But Assa wouldn’t define frustration; he’d only sketch an example.&
But what is frustration? I insisted.
It’s when the atoms aren’t happy, he said, like you are now.
After class, I’d escape to the bathroom and focus on breathing. My body felt as though it had been battling an assailant physically.&
Earlier this month, I learned that Assa had passed away suddenly. A former Perimeter classmate reposted the Technion’s news blurb on Facebook. A photo of Assa showed a familiar smile flashing beneath curly salt-and-pepper hair.
Am I defaming the deceased? No. The news of Assa’s passing walloped me as hard as any lecture of his did. I liked Assa and respected him; he was a researcher’s researcher. And I liked Assa for liking me for fighting to learn.
One day, at the Bistro, Assa explained why the class had leaped away from the foundations of condensed matter into advanced topics so quickly: earlier discoveries felt “stale” to him. Everyone, he believed, could smell their moldiness. I disagreed, although I didn’t say so: decades-old discoveries qualify as new to anyone learning about them for the first time. Besides, 17th-century mechanics and 19th-century thermodynamics soothe my soul. But I respected Assa’s enthusiasm for the cutting-edge. And I did chat with him at the Bistro, where his friendliness shone like that smile.
Five years later, I was sojourning at the Kavli Institute for Theoretical Physics (KITP) in Santa Barbara, near the end of my PhD. The KITP, like Perimeter, draws theorists from across the globe. I spotted Assa among them and reached out about catching up. We discussed thermodynamics and experiments and travel.&
Assa confessed that, at Perimeter, he’d been lecturing to himself—presenting lectures that he’d have enjoyed hearing, rather than lectures designed for master’s students. He’d appreciated my slowing him down. Once, he explained, he’d guest-lectured at Harvard. Nobody asked questions, so he assumed that the students must have known the material already, that he must have been boring them. So he sped up. Nobody said anything, so he sped up further. At the end, he discovered that nobody had understood any of his material. So he liked having an objector keeping him in check.
And where had this objector ended up? In a PhD program and at a mecca for theoretical physicists. Pursuing the cutting edge, a budding researcher’s researcher. I’d angled in the same direction as my former teacher. And one Perimeter classmate, a faculty member specializing in condensed matter today, waxed even more eloquently about Assa’s inspiration when we were students.
Physics needs more scientists like Assa: nose to the wind, energetic, low on arrogance. Someone who’d respond to this story of frustration with that broad smile.
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