CALL ME SNAKE

A collaborator and I have had several conversations recently about working on a new mathematics book. Yesterday morning, I woke up at 7 a.m. thinking about this book (or hypothetical book). I started coming up with a rough outline of the book in my head, which was sufficiently demanding–and stimulating–that it kept me from going back to sleep. So I went to my office to transcribe those mental notes into a tentative working outline. Before getting to that, I saw that I had an email from my collaborator who said: “I’m on my way to London and will be back on Monday. In the meantime, you ought to give some serious thought to this book.”