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Book Review: Tales from the History of Mathematics, by Archana Sarat

I’m one of the few who enjoyed Mathematics as a subject in school. That’s why this book immediately appealed to me, and I had to procure a copy.

Many of us think mathematics isn’t going to be useful to us once we graduate from high school. The fact remains, it is one subject that continues to be a part of our lives from childhood till death. We find its use in various places, from measuring volume to keeping account of our finances. Through this book, the author shares 26 tales that share the origins of such parts of Mathematics. Some tales are familiar, like that of Archimedes, and the “Eureka” moment. Some tales were new to me, like that of the first woman mathematician Hypatia. The author at times crafts some tales of her own using history as the foundation too. I could see how some people shunned Mathematics for reasons like religion, or because knowledge was restricted. I liked the story with Aditi and her father, a fictional offering by the author. It was interesting to read about the math trick shared there. While I am fond of Mathematics, I’m not overly fond of History. So some parts of the book did not appeal to me at all. It does add value to the book, no doubt.

I appreciate the effort to research these stories. It could have been easy to do. It is, in a way, a unique take on history and mathematics, that children would love to read without feeling bored or feeling like they are reading a textbook. The book is quite engaging, and can be read in a couple of hours perhaps. Wishing the author much success with this book.

A Score Of 8 Out Of 10
Book Details
Title: Tales from the History of Mathematics
Author(s): Archana Sarat Genre: History/Fiction
ISBN/ASIN: 9789385854637 Publisher: Readomania

This review is part of an iReads Book Tour. No payment was taken for this review. The views expressed here are mine, and they remain uninfluenced and unbiased.

(© Vinay Leo R. @ A Bookworm’s Musing
24th July 2018)



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