Skyward
By
David H. Levy
A Nightwatchman’s Journey: The Road not
Taken
On Friday, June 14, my latest book, my
autobiography entitled A Nightwatchman’s Journey: The Road not Taken was
launched at the Royal Astronomical Society’s General Assembly in Toronto. It is a book I have been working on for
almost a decade, and it is the story of my life. The book begins in medias res, in
the midst of a suicide attempt that happened shortly after I graduated from
Acadia. I have suffered from depression
throughout my life, but this book describes my efforts to conquer it. It tells of how I made many poor decisions in
my life, but how two of them were good.
The best decision was marrying Wendee, which I did in 1997 and with whom
I have had 22 happy years. The other
one was to begin, on December 17, 1965, a search for comets.
It took me nineteen years, searching
with telescopes for 917 hours 28 minutes, before I finally found my first comet
in 1984. Since then I have found 22
more. One was an electronic find shared
with Tom Glinos in 2010. Thirteen were
photographic film discoveries shared with Gene and Carolyn Shoemaker (including
Shoemaker-Levy 9 which collided with Jupiter in 1994) and there were nine
visual comet finds. If the first
seventy-one years of my life had been just staring through the eyepiece of a
telescope, however, there would not have been much to write about. What happened on the road less travelled by,
like Robert Frost, has made all the difference.
Comets, I learned, are not just for
viewing. They are for reading and for
studying. At first, I did some high school reading about the discovery of Comet
Ikeya-Seki, the brightest comet of the twentieth century. Years later in graduate school at Canada’s
Queen’s University, I prepared a master’s thesis based on the 19th
century English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, who observed Comet Tempel in 1864
and subsequently wrote a beautiful poem about it. But the writer who seemed to be most into
astronomy, and whose love of the sky I turned into my Ph.D., was none other
than the great William Shakespeare, whose collected works contain more than two
hundred references to the sky, including the opening lines to I Henry VI,
one of his earliest plays:
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day
to night!
Comets, importing change of times and
states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky.
Even
now, when I spend an evening or all night under the stars, I am amazed to be
able to share my experiences with so many people, in all walks of life, who
have come before me. Taking a road
“that was grassy and wanted wear” might have been risky, but it did point me
toward many adventures I’ll never forget.
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