If you just want to know about Maxwell Griffith and The Gadget Maker, skip ahead.
If anyone who knows how to contact his heirs reads this,
please email me at dpbsmith_website_2006@dpbsmith.com
This is the text of a letter I wrote him in 12/2003 (updated slightly
to give my current website).
Maxwell Griffith
[Address removed] NY
Dear Maxwell Griffith
I’m seeking permission to put a (large) portion of The Gadget Maker on my
personal, noncommercial web site. The web site is http://www.dpbsmith.com, and it
contains a number of items that could be described as "MIT nostalgia."
(I am an MIT graduate, S.B. in mathematics, 1966.)
The portion of the book I wish to post on my Web site is an extended
passage describing life at Massachusetts Institute of Technology during
the 1940’s. Because it is so circumstantial and detailed it is an
interesting social document which I think will appeal to some of my
fellow MIT alumni.
It consists of Chapter 2, "The Youthful Man," pages 25 to 49 in the
Cardinal paperback, beginning with the words "Facing Boston across the
Charles River, the great place of learning is un-ivied and imposing,"
and concluding with the words "It said simply and as clearly as
copperplate script and spidery black-letter type can say that one
Stanley Brack was a Bachelor of Science in Aeronautical Engineering."
I will of course be glad to use any wording you might suggest to
provide proper attribution and notice of copyright.
There aren’t many novels describing MIT at all, but even if there were
I think this chapter is absolutely charming. I like the whole book,
although as an MIT alum and an engineer of sorts (software), it was
unpleasant to identify with the protagonist, only to have him turn out
to be so contemptible... Oddly enough, I think the detail that sticks
most in my mind is the description of Odelle’s bathtub and its informal
plumbing arrangements.
The Gadget Maker is a 1955 novel by Maxwell Griffith. It is notable for its vivid depiction of an otherwise-rarely-described milieu: campus life at MIT in the 1940s. It also presents a striking engineers-eye-view of guided missile development at a West Coast aerospace firm during the early days of the cold war.
On its appearance, the New York Times described The Gadget Maker as "the story of a misguided zealot devoted body and soul to the advancement of knowledge" and called it "an absorbing narrative [and] a clear presentation of technological subject-matter, written with stylistic ease and fluidity by an author who is himself a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology."
The novel traces the life of Stanley Brack, captivated by model aircraft as a child. He enters MIT, and in a memorable scene, is interviewed by the head of the School of Aeronautical Engineering, a legendary German aerodynamicist. His main concern is unexpected. "From your hair and general coloring," he said slowly, "I thought you might perhaps be Jewish." Brack reassures him that he and both his parents are Baptists and of Scotch-Irish descent. "We have to be careful," the professor confides; "The aircraft industry is one of the few they haven't managed to take over yet," and congratulates Stanley on his acceptance into the course. The incident turns out to be one of many in which Brack swallows any thought of protest and goes along to get along.
After graduation, he joins Amcraft, the Amalgamated Aircraft Corporation, in Los Angeles. It is a manufacturer of aircraft components that is just about to unveil its first complete airplane, a transport. The company is run personally by Dave Humbler, "president, founder of the company, chief engineer--big wheel number one. Real nice guy, Dave," a colleague explains. (Resemblances can be seen to the Douglas Aircraft Company.) Brack rises through the ranks and grows with the company.
After the war Amcraft acquires the services of Gunther Rausch, "a spoil of war" and a rocket expert from Peenemuende. His presence gives the company an edge in picking up missile work.
Rausch is brilliant but arrogant and Brack detests him. Nevertheless, as the book draws to a climax, he makes common cause with him in an effort to perfect a guided missile. Brack is the project manager, and the project is in trouble and behind schedule. He pressures a friend and colleague into conducting some dangerous rocket tests with Rausch. Rausch is tense and jittery and gives coworkers an impression that he is concealing personal inexperience in conducting such tests. There is an explosion, and Brack's friend Sim suffers terrible injuries: physical and chemical burns and lung damage that leaves him close to death.
Brack's fiancee, a witness, tells Brack that Rausch was panicky during the test and "never stopped fiddling with the switches... he was like some hot-head whose car won't start but who keeps on turning the ignition switch." She thinks Rausch could have caused the explosion (which ultimately turns out to have had another cause). A furious argument between Brack and Rausch leads to Brack having a tense discussion with his superior about the future of the project and whether Brack or Rausch should lead it. Brack convinces his superior to let him continue. As the discussion closes, his superior says "Okay, it's all settled." But he adds "One other thing--I'm firing the girl." Brack's protest sticks in his throat; "ashamed, he looked at his feet, and then he nodded."
The book closes with Brack and Rausch standing together literally arm in arm, watching the conclusion of a successful missile test. "Did you see it, Gunther?" Brack says. "Yah," breaths Rausch, "Just like a star. A shooting star." "And we made it," says Brack, proudly, as the tale ends.
The New York Times reviewer says that "the question arises... whether Brack is to be regarded as an all-wool = pursuing heroically his destiny despite any and all distractions tossed in his way. Or is he a less desirable type, possessed of the ability to abandon all pretense to ethical conduct in his ambitious pursuit after self-advancement?"
Although the Times calls it an "absorbing narrative," to a modern reader much of the interest lies, not in the broad story outline, but in the dozens of little details and circumstantial touches which bring times, places, and situations--not well documented elsewhere--to life.
MIT's Great Dome
"At night, floodlights glare from artfully concealing shrubbery and lave the main building with a white light that emphasizes black-trimmed, three-story windows rising in uninterrupted, eye-leading verticals toward a dominant, austere dome mimicked from some classic pile of ancient Rome."
Newton tower
"On every slab-sided cornice, like proclamations of faith needing no explanation, are chiseled Darwin, Newton, Aristotle and, in lesser letters, the names of the more numerous Lavoisiers and Eulers and Faradays who have discovered the chemical elements or evolved the equations or stumbled upon the fundamentals of nature. Indeed, not unlovely is the breeding ground of technicians and engineers which, as announced in stone above great, fluted columns, is the MASSACHVSETTS INSTITVTE OF TECHNOLOGY."
"'What do you expect from me--miracles!' Rausch demanded angrily. 'Do you expect me to build an engine--' he snapped his fingers--'like so? I am a scientist, not a magician! To develop a new engine you must haf an organization that can supply the test benches with one experimental engine after the other. You must make, break and remake engines until you get one that works.'"