The Einstein Effect

by Brian on July 14, 2024

in In the News,Just For Fun,Reviews

Albert Einstein is the most popular dead celebrity on Facebook. With 20 million followers on social media, the Nobel Prize-winning theoretical physicist has more fans than Tom Hanks. 

You can ask any kind of question of Einstein online and he will respond, often with a pithy quote from the extensive comments he made during his lifetime.

Einstein, of course, lived long before tweeting became a thing. But Benyamin Cohen, as the social media manager for the Einstein estate since 2017, is Einstein’s alter ego online, posting up to a dozen times a day.

“John Wayne is on Twitter,” Cohen explains. “But he doesn’t have that much to say. Marilyn Monroe is on social media too. She occasionally offers some fashion advice.”

With a wealth of Einstein ephemera at his disposal, Cohen – who lives in West Virginia and whose main gig is the news director for The Forward – has written a fascinating and frequently irreverant new book, The Einstein Effect: How the World’s Favorite Genius Got into Our Cars, Our Bathrooms, and Our Minds. Cohen was in Israel to give a series of book talks, including at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, the home of the Einstein Archives.

Cohen is the first to admit he’s not a scientist. “I knew about the Nobel Prize, the E=mc2, whatever that means, the wild shock of hair that looks like he just put his finger in an electrical socket. I came to Einstein through pop culture.”

Cohen has a seemingly endless supply of stories to tell. Like the time a man stole Einstein’s brain, in what Cohen calls “the greatest heist of the 20th century.”

The theft was undertaken by the pathologist who cut open Einstein’s skull after he died in 1955. The motivation was: If the brain of one of the smartest people who ever lived could be studied, maybe it could tell us something about how intelligence works.

Fascination with all things Einstein includes his possessions. He regularly smoked a pipe; after his death, it was sold at auction for over $70,000. An autographed copy of the classic photo of Einstein sticking out his tongue: $125,000. Sotheby’s moved 54 pages of Einstein notes for $11.4 million. A lock of Einstein’s hair? It’s in the collection of John Reznikoff, a man with the odd hobby of sourcing celebrity hair. 

“He claims to have bloody hair from the night Abraham Lincoln was shot,” Cohen says. 

The fascination with Einstein stems in part because his work is still relevant today. Without Einstein’s theories, we wouldn’t have many of the technologies we rely on today: GPS (which requires Einstein’s math to unify the movement of the Earth, your phone and the satellite above), laser eye surgery, fiber optic cables, forecasting the weather, even the lowly remote control (which wouldn’t work were it not for the photoelectric effect, which is what Einstein won the Nobel Prize for, not his theory of relativity).

Long before Einstein was named TIME ‘s “Person of the Century” in 1999, the physicist was clearly enjoying his notoriety, Cohen says. “People would ask Einstein his opinion on modern art, on jazz, on God. He was a very approachable guy.” 

How approachable? 

Einstein would walk around the town of Princeton, where he was affiliated with the Institute for Advanced Studies, in his bathrobe or in sweaters with holes in them. He stubbornly didn’t like to wear socks. “Kids would stop him and say, ‘Prof. Einstein, I need help with my homework.’ And he’d help them.”

He knew how to work the press, too, and would toss his hat in the air so reporters could get a good photo. 

“Marie Curie never tossed her hat in the air,” Cohen quips.

Indeed, Cohen adds, “If Einstein were alive today, I think he’d be super into Twitter and social media. He would take my job.”

Einstein had plenty to say about all kinds of topics, although one of the most famous quotes attributed to him – “The definition of insanity is doing things over and over again and expecting a different result” – is actually not his at all. That one was coined by civil rights campaigner Rita Mae Brown.

Cohen’s favorite Einstein quote is, “I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.” 

“Of all people, Albert Einstein had the right to say, ‘I have a special talent!’” Cohen exclaims. 

Einstein’s humanitarian efforts deserve mention, as well. In 1933, he founded the International Rescue Committee (IRC), which raised money to get Jews and others out of dangerous places. It’s still active – in 2022, the IRC helped thousands of Ukrainians escape the Russian invasion. 

Einstein’s connection to Israel was deep, too. He first visited Palestine in 1923 and later co-founded the Hebrew University, to which he left his entire estate including some 85,000 papers. That’s why his archives are in Jerusalem, not in New Jersey. 

But when Israel’s first prime minister, David Ben-Gurion, offered Einstein the presidency of the nascent state, Einstein demurred. “I don’t like getting dressed up,” Einstein told Ben-Gurion.

Einstein’s extended family has some famous faces. One distant relative shared the name Albert Einstein. When he went into acting, he realized, “No one is going to take me seriously with that name.” So, he changed it – to Albert…Brooks.

Cohen was nervous, he told me before his talk in Jerusalem: He was being interviewed by Prof. Hanoch Gutfreund, former president of the university and now the academic director of the Einstein Archives. Usually, Cohen says, he can get away with the Einstein anecdotes. Now he might have to back up his stories with scholarly references!

Cohen had no reason to fret. He acquitted himself admirably. Were Einstein still with us, he would no doubt have approved – online (and posted by Cohen).

This review was first published in The Jerusalem Post.


To understand why tempers have flared so profoundly after October 7 and why the world seems to have erupted in antisemitic rhetoric, you only have to listen to a debate sponsored by New York-based “Dissident Dialogues” and posted online by Bari Weiss’s podcast Honestly.

The topic of the debate was “Do Israel’s actions in Gaza constitute a just war?” It pitted Briahna Joy Gray, former national press secretary for Bernie Sanders, and anti-Zionist journalist Jake Klein of the Foundation for Economic Education, against Eli Lake and Michael Moynihan, two pro-Israel reporters for Weiss’s publication, The Free Press.

Briahna Joy Gray

It didn’t take long until the “debate” descended into pandemonium. 

The pro-Israel journalists were fairly well-behaved, but the pro-jihadist side acted atrociously. (I’m still searching for the right term – is it “pro-Palestine,” “pro-Hamas” or what I’m coming to prefer, “eliminationist” as Daniel Goldhagen describes Jew-hatred in his 1997 book Hitler’s Willing Executioners.) 

Gray and Klein refused to play by the rules of debate decorum, talking over the other side (and the moderator) while screaming out their eliminationist epithets.

They would or could not articulate a proactive solution to the war and were unable to say what Israel might have done differently. Instead, they parroted a stream of false and debunked “data.” 

  • Israel deliberately targeted the Al Shifa hospital in Gaza City early on in the war, Gray claimed, something we now know was due to an errant Islamic Jihad missile. Not true, Gray claimed. “Every hospital in Gaza has been destroyed, partly because of [the] mythology…that a Hamas headquarters was underneath, which was disproven roundly.” Lake’s response: “Briahna, you’re entitled to your opinion, but not your own facts.”
  • Israel has killed more people proportionally than the U.S. did in any war since the 1980s. In fact, the IDF’s ratio of combatants to civilians killed is somewhere between 1:1 and 1:5, representing perhaps the lowest such figure in military history. The ratio of civilians to combatants killed in conflicts outside of the Gaza conflict? Nine-to-one, according to the United Nations. 
  • At one point, Gray was audacious enough to claim that “Muslims had nothing to do with October 7. Gazans didn’t do October 7.” I don’t even have the words to counter that absurdity.
  • “When the Palestinians feel that there is a real path towards peace, they moderate, the hatred decreases and the violence stops. This is how the Second Intifada ended.” Really? The Second Intifada started after the Oslo peace process and only stopped because Israel applied massive military might to root out the terrorists.

Near the end of the rancor, Gray and Klein revealed their true colors. The solution to the problems in the Middle East was a single nation under control of the Palestinians, replacing the illegitimate “Jewish ethno-nation state” with a pluralistic progressive one – “like what we have in the United States of America.” 

When challenged about how that could possibly work, Gray claimed that “prior to the founding of Israel, Arab Jews lived peacefully alongside Muslims.” So, of course, that will be the case when Hamas rules the entire land from the river to the sea.

How can we ever achieve a peaceful settlement if people aren’t willing to listen to each other?

The die was cast for the tenor of this verbal slugfest during the debates between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton in 1996. Like Gray and Klein, Trump interrupted, cajoled, menaced, traded in perfidy, and simply would not shut up.

That approach has been co-opted by the eliminationist encampments on hundreds of U.S. college campuses. Entrance was allowed only for those who affirmed their anti-Zionism. Anyone attempting true dialogue was surrounded by a mob and intimidated into leaving.

In today’s upside-down world, being a victim (as Hamas is remarkably perceived but Jews are not) has become the ultimate validation of virtue. That explains why Gray and Klein had no interest beyond re-litigating past grievances against the Jewish state. It helps us understand how Trump, even once he was the president of the United States, could still brand himself a victim. 

It’s also Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s modus operandi – the perennial victim despite being Israel’s leader for some 16 years.

The irony is that, historically, victimhood was something people wanted to transcend. Now, it’s become a badge of honor to fervently hold onto.

Elliot Cosgrove, senior rabbi at New York’s Park Avenue Synagogue, writing in The Forward, laid out three rules for discussing Israel when you don’t agree with the other party.

  1. Judge generously. The Gen Z protesters likely know little to nothing about the history of Arab rejection of past peace proposals. Can you muster compassion and try to gently educate them?
  2. Reject the thought police. Don’t scold someone for expressing a different view of how to resolve the conflict. After all, such questions are being deliberated in real-time by Israelis, too. (But do it without the hate.)
  3. Ask a good question. That’s the only way to get past “the tired and toxic slogans that dominate their social media.” Cosgrove gives an example: “I understand your outrage over proportionality. But how do you explain the fact that the same people accusing Israel of war crimes cannot bring themselves to name the atrocities of Oct. 7?” 

At the conclusion of the Dissident Dialogues scream-fest, moderator Konstantin Kisin displayed the result of a smartphone poll he conducted. One hundred people agreed that Israel was conducting a just war in Gaza. Only 20 disagreed.

As for Briahna Joy Gray, during a subsequent video interview with Yarden Gonen, whose sister was abducted by Hamas on October 7, Gray rolled her eyes when Gonen urged her to believe female victims of sexual assault. Gray was subsequently fired from her job at the political news publication The Hill.

The battle may not be lost yet.

Image of Brihanna Joy Gray from Wikimedia Commons during a 2019 interview.


Israel is losing the war with Hamas in Gaza. That’s the only conclusion to be drawn eight months after the Oct. 7 pogrom, with Hamas battalions still standing, our hostages (despite last weekend’s dramatic rescue) still held in inhumane conditions underground, and the terror group still able to fire barrages of missiles as far as Tel Aviv.

Saudi Arabia

It’s also what a majority of Israelis now believe. 

A poll conducted by the Israel Democracy Institute before the June 8 operation in Nuseirat revealed that only 34% of respondents are optimistic about the future of national security. The Jewish People Policy Institute (JPPI) found that, in May, just 38% of Israelis expressed “high confidence” that victory is achievable. A larger number – some 41% – said they have “low confidence” that Israel will win. 

A large part of that is a lack of trust in Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and his coalition partners’ refusal to engage in discussing a “day after” plan for Gaza. Per the JPPI, only 28% of the Jewish public attests to a high or fairly high level of trust in the government. 

If we can’t win – or if the public has lost faith – how can we switch up the reality? It requires out-of-the-box thinking. Fortunately, the box is on the table if only our government has the guts to open it.

The answer lies to the east – in Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates. 

I was never a supporter of the original 2002 Arab Peace Initiative. But Saudi Arabia has changed – or is trying to. Yes, it’s still a repressive regime, but the Saudis have been on a years-long quest to tamp down the radical Salafism and Wahhabism strains in their kingdom.

Saudi Arabia wants to make nice to the West now and that includes transforming the country into something more like the United Arab Emirates, which is remarkable in its being both Arab and moderate and with an educational curriculum that doesn’t demonize Jews. 

Now, reports the nonprofit IMPACT-se, Saudi textbooks no longer teach that Zionism is a “racist” European movement and no longer deny the historical Jewish presence in the region. While the name “Israel” still does not appear on maps in their textbooks, neither does “Palestine.”

Saudi Arabia is broadly indicating it wants normalization with Israel, as evidenced by U.S. President Joe Biden’s presentation of Israel’s three-stage ceasefire and hostage release proposal.

Netanyahu doesn’t want the Palestinian Authority – revamped or otherwise – to gain a foothold in Gaza. But the Saudis and the Emiratis could do the job instead. The dream from immediately after 2005’s Disengagement from Gush Katif – that the Gaza Strip could become the “Singapore of the Middle East” – could be revived. It didn’t work then – Gazans destroyed the greenhouses Israel left behind and Hamas staged its violent coup two years later – but the Abraham Accords point the way to a different possible outcome.

Saudi Arabia has some big asks of Israel, including a credible pathway to a Palestinian state, that many Israelis (and the current government) vehemently oppose. Nor can we count on Hamas to agree to the proposed plan. But if we can’t win the war against Hamas, perhaps it’s time to take a chance with a different approach.

Critics will remind me about the 1993 Oslo Accords. We all know how that worked out. So, why would allowing the Saudis and the Emiratis into Gaza end any differently? 

But what other credible options do we have? Eternal military control of Gaza? The army has said that would increase mandatory army service from three to four years and cost billions of shekels. Defense Minister Yoav Galant has essentially said, “Over my dead body would I allow that to come to pass.”

Now, there’s no guarantee that the Saudis and the Emiratis would be interested in rebuilding and potentially governing the Gaza Strip. Saudi Arabia accusing Israel of “continuous genocidal massacres” isn’t a good look. There would have to be something financially lucrative in it for them.

Biden is staying optimistic. 

There is a clear path for a transition where the Arab states would provide security and reconstruction in Gaza in return for a longer-term commitment to a transition to a two-state solution,” the president said.

If Netanyahu were to embrace normalization with Saudi Arabia, it would change the entire region. It would secure Israel’s place in the middle of the Sunni Arab alliance against Iran and its proxies. 

Moreover, it might rehabilitate the prime minister’s tarnished image. Yes, his coalition would likely collapse, but he could finally retire, comfortable in the knowledge that he had cut previously unimaginable deals with former Arab adversaries.

A Saudi deal and the end of the war in Gaza could mitigate the attacks by the International Court of Justice (ICJ) and the International Criminal Court (ICC) on Israel and its leaders. It might lead the Israeli judges hearing Netanyahu’s trial on corruption and bribery charges to cut a more favorable plea deal. Without taking such a step, the prime minister could wind up in jail in Israel – or abroad if he deigns to step foot in one of the 120 countries that have pledged to detain him if the ICC decides to issue those arrest warrants.

An Israel perceived as working with the Arab world, that stopped the war (not out of defeat but because we have a better option), might stave off the pariah status we’re so clearly on the verge of entering. A new government that doesn’t platform right-wing extremists like Bezalel Smotrich and Itamar Ben-Gvir could return us to good governance. 

It’s not a slam dunk that Israel embracing steps towards regional integration would prompt anti-Israel protesters to start singing a tolerant tune. 

“It won’t be a total victory, as one simply does not exist,” writes Ben-Dror Yemini at Ynet

But it could help us heal our own fractured society while providing a path to hope for the Gazans who desperately need the kind of financial backing and re-education towards moderation that only the Saudis and the UAE can provide.

I first proposed a Saudi exit strategy in The Jerusalem Post.

Image by ekrem osmanoglu on Unsplash


When Aviv, our saxophone-playing musician son, was invited to perform at a jazz festival in Switzerland, my wife, Jody, and I decided to use that as an “excuse” to plan a vacation in Europe. 

Aviv Blum in concert in Bern

I loaded up on every med I might possibly need – stomach pills, sleeping pills, allergy pills, antibiotics (just in case).

Everything was in place. Online check-in for our flights, check. Rental car reservation. Check. 

Then, 24 hours before we were set to fly, I broke my toe.

It was a careless mistake – I was coming out of the shower and slammed my foot into a wall. 

I sunk into depression.

We were hoping to finally do some hiking; a year of cancer-related foot and leg pain that had kept me off the trails was finally calming down. Now, in light of my toe, I wondered: Did we need to cancel the trip entirely?

Spoiler alert: We went on the trip and had a fabulous time. But not before I was forced to confront my biggest bugaboo: an intense discomfiture when confronted with uncertainty.

When something is not certain, it creates anxiety. My uncertainties were myriad.

  • Was it prudent to grin and bear it and still go on the trip? Uncertain.
  • What if I got sick while on the road? We could wear our Covid masks everywhere, but ultimately, we have no real control.
  • Will our luggage arrive? Waiting at an airport conveyor belt always ratchets up my heart rate, despite a pretty good if not perfect track record.
  • The weather was predicting rain the entire trip. Would that be all-day-all-the-time, or rather confined to a few brief afternoon downpours?
  • What happens if Iran or Hezbollah launches a major attack while we’re out of the country? Will we be stuck overseas?

The matzav – the “situation” around the war in Gaza, Israel’s growing isolation and the government’s endemic botching of both hostage negotiations and putting forward a “day after” plan – has only exacerbated my aversion to uncertainty. When our trust in the government has been so profoundly eroded, how can we trust that “everything will work out” in our personal lives?

Our trip to Europe provided some surprising insights.

We had arrived at Gissebach Falls, an energetic waterfall flowing into Lake Thun, not far from the town of Interlaken. We hiked up to the main viewing point, but the trail continued. Should we keep going? What would be around the next bend? How far were we willing to climb?

Brian, Jody and Aviv at Gissebach Falls

It was all uncertain. And I loved it.

There are two types of uncertainty, I realized.

“Anxious uncertainty” is what usually fells me. Sending your kids to the army and not knowing where they are or what they’re doing is perhaps the quintessential Israeli example. 

“Expectational uncertainty” comes into play when you are looking forward to something – a hike, a nice meal, a new grandchild – and you embrace the uncertainty as part of the joy. 

Is there a way to transform anxious uncertainty into expectational uncertainty? To treat what usually makes me anxious with a sense of curiosity?

“Not really,” my therapist responded, pouring water on the fire of my optimism. “You can’t easily turn worry about whether your luggage will be next off the conveyor belt into curiosity. It’s just annoying.”

Moreover, if you hold onto your expectations too tightly, they can turn into anxious regret if what you were anticipating is dashed.

My therapist has long been a fan of the Serenity Prayer. 

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

That never spoke to me so much. But then she added another line, which did: 

“And whatever happens, I will find a way to handle it.”

We listed a few of the challenges life had thrown my way. 

  • Cataract surgery? It wasn’t pleasant and resulted in unexpected floaters, but I handled it. 
  • Cancer? I toughed out the treatment and am well on my way to recovery.
  • An impossible deadline? I know how to hunker down, working through the night if necessary. 
  • Vehicle got a flat? There was enough air left to hobble the car over to the nearest mechanic who patched the tire; I was soon back on my way.
  • The hiking path leading down from the top of the Stockhorn, with its phenomenal views of the Swiss Alps, was closed due to a snowstorm the week before? We went to a different mountain and drank in an equally lovely panorama.

The American Psychological Association lists a number of tips for dealing with the stress of the unexpected. Here are five that spoke to me.

  1. Be kind to yourself. Some people are better at dealing with uncertainties than others. Don’t beat yourself up if your tolerance for unpredictability is lower than a friend’s. 
  2. Limit exposure to news. When we’re stressed about something, it can be hard to look away. But compulsively checking the news (or weather forecast) only keeps one wound up. 
  3. Take your own advice. Ask yourself: If a friend came to me with this worry, what would I tell that person? 
  4. Avoid dwelling on things you can’t control. Get out of the habit of ruminating on negative events.
  5. Focus, instead, on things that are within your control. That could be as simple as laying out your clothes the night before a stressful day. 

Jody and I have been practicing “I can handle it” and, while I’m still getting used to this new way of thinking, I’m certain that it will yield results. 

Oh, and that broken toe – it healed so quickly it probably was just bruised. It barely interfered with our enjoyment of the trip. 

I first wrote about Expectational Uncertainty in The Jerusalem Post.

Pictures: credit Brian Blum


Our niece Yona was staying with us for Shabbat. She felt fine when she arrived, but by Friday night she was coughing and asking for the Israeli equivalent of NyQuil.

And I started to freak out.

Ever since my first cancer treatment six years ago, my immune system has been a mess. Before then, I hardly got sick. Notwithstanding more chronic issues, which I have written about here at length, at least if I caught a cold or flu, it would typically be gone in two days.

No more.

In 2023, I was sick with lung infections for nine months. The doctors would treat it with antibiotics, I’d feel okay for a few weeks, and then it would come back.

To figure out what was going on, my doctor ordered a blood test to check my immunoglobulin (IG) levels.

Immunoglobulin is a protein that the immune system deploys to knock out infections. Low IG doesn’t show up on a standard blood test like one’s white or red blood count; you have to order it specially, something that didn’t happen until well into my seventh lung infection.

That’s when we learned that my IG was low. I simply didn’t have enough of it in my bloodstream to fight off these repeated infections efficiently.

More than that, my latest PET CT showed damage to the airways in my lungs from all those months of coughing and illness.

The official name for this latest ailment is bronchiectasis, a condition in which the damaged airways in the lungs widen, giving room for mucus to accumulate, creating a happy breeding ground for bacteria.

Unlike bronchitis, which typically resolves with no long-term effects, bronchiectasis is a permanent condition. Up to 500,000 people in the US have bronchiectasis.

To address this new diagnosis, my hematologist strongly urged me to get “intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) replacement therapy.” That’s where the patient receives IG extracted from the blood plasma of thousands of donors, thereby making up what one’s own body no longer (or in some cases never) produced.

The ostensible reason to start IVIG now was that my lungs needed time to recover from being hit by repeated infections.

Still, I resisted the recommendation for months.

The IG you get from the infusion lasts in your body for only about 30 days. Then you’re back to being unprotected. As a result, you have to take IG replacement therapy once a month – for the rest of your life.

It also takes hours to infuse. IVIG has a ton of potential side effects, from headaches and fever to the most serious: anaphylactic shock. So the nurses take it very slow, cautiously monitoring your reaction.

WHILE THE potential negative response to getting IVIG was worrying enough, it was the reality of having to go to the hospital for an IV every single month that threw me. It was a reminder that, even though my cancer has now been significantly diminished, I was still sick.

Wait, what? Talk about burying the lede!

The bispecific antibody immunotherapy (Mosunetuzemab), which I’ve been taking since January, appears to be working. Most of my tumors are gone, the PET CT showed.

“What are you going to worry about now?” my daughter, Merav, asked me upon hearing the good news.

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something,” I said.

And then – boom, something new to feed my health anxiety – bronchiectasis – arrived.

“It seems like a good deal, if this could help you from getting sick all the time,” my therapist said, trying to tamp down my hesitancy.

It was well-considered advice: I truly despise being afraid whenever I’m in a public place where there might be viruses in the air – or in my own home, for that matter, when a guest becomes suddenly sick. And don’t get me started about all those kindergarten illnesses that come through the front door via the grandchildren with their perpetually runny noses.

IVIG won’t keep me from ever getting sick again. But instead of requiring weeks of antibiotics, maybe my body could clear an infection before it takes root. That would be a good deal.

There’s a strange comfort in the fact that it truly takes a village to extract the immunoglobulin needed for IVIG.

“My antibodies could be from anybody,” Gary Newton, who has been on IG replacement therapy for nearly a decade, told the Immune Deficiency Foundation website. “So, I feel a kind of kinship with everybody. Random folks I stand next to in a queue may well be the source of my antibodies.”

My worries turned out to be for naught. My first IVIG session went well – no side effects during the infusion, other than a headache that went away with Tylenol and a lot of water, and certainly no anaphylactic shock.

More important, the cough that I’d been suffering from during the previous month started to clear up – a sign that my newly donated antibodies were doing their job.

Going forward, I’ve asked Maccabi, my health provider, to approve a home treatment option called SCIG – for “subcutaneous IG.” It’s a shot you give yourself in the abdomen, thighs, buttocks, or arms.

Maccabi so far has rejected my request. Although it’s certainly more convenient for me as a patient, it’s also more expensive than IVIG. But I’ll keep pestering them.

I don’t love my latest status of being a “forever patient,” but now Yona can come back and I will, hopefully, not freak out quite as much.

I first wrote about my IVIG resistance for The Jerusalem Post.

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