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An Extraordinary Journey of Love, Discovery, and the Sex Life of Mushrooms

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On Sale: May 28, 2013
Pages: 272 | ISBN: 978-1-57826-443-8
Published by : Hatherleigh Press Hatherleigh Books
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A STORY OF TRUE LOVE, DETERMINATION, SACRIFICE, AND DISCOVERY.
 
A Woman of Science catalogues a decades-long journey of inspirational hardship and success that serves as a model for what women can do in a field largely dominated by men.

Cardy Raper succeeded in becoming what she dreamed of as a young girl: a scientist. This beautifully written memoir details her struggles with the “boys’ club” mentality of the scientific and academic worlds, her grief over her husband’s premature passing, and above all her relentless, passionate efforts to unlock the secrets of mushroom gender and reproduction.
 
Cardy Raper is not a woman to accept “no” for an answer. When her mother told her that she could be a nurse when she grew up, Cardy informed her in no uncertain terms that she was going to be a true scientist, making grand discoveries. Science was a man’s world then. But despite lack of encouragement through college, Cardy learned what she needed. Then, at the University of Chicago, she met her mentor, John “Red” Raper, an equally stubborn and spirited scientist. They became soul mates, and, together, studied sexual reproduction in the amazing water mold Achlya. Cardy and Red married, had children, and continued to share their passion for science by unraveling the means of sexual reproduction in mushroom-bearing fungi. 
 
They moved to Harvard University and continued their research. Years later, Red’s untimely death left Cardy alone in the competitive world of cutting-edge science. But Cardy carried on. She achieved her doctoral degree, learned the techniques of molecular genetics, and established her own laboratory. Ultimately, Cardy’s discoveries helped to uncover the way in which genes found throughout the animal kingdom—including humans—encode molecules for mating, sight, smell, and taste. 

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Excerpt from Chapter 4: Volcanic Beginnings
[…]
One evening in early June, Dr. Rusterholtz took me, my brother Jonny, and some of our classmates on a supper hike to the bare top of a small Adirondack mountain overlooking Lake Champlain. Licking lollipops for dessert, we lay on our backs gazing up at the darkening sky, each of us hoping to be the first to spot a star. Jonny yelled, “I see one! I see one! Over there, just over that mountain with the big rock slide!” Then we all saw a bright pinpoint of light in the salmon-pink hue of sunset. Gradually more and more stars appeared, until a great white streak of them glowed high overhead.

Dr. Rusterholtz talked about the science of the night sky and how astronomers know that the brightest steadiest lights come from planets like our earth, revolving about the sun, reflecting its light. The fainter twinkling lights are other suns far away, and the massive streak of lights are the nearest stars of our own galaxy, just one of billions in the universe.

“How did those scientists find that out?” I asked. “Where did this universe come from anyway? Is it changing all the time? Will our sun last forever?”

“We don’t know all those answers yet,” our teacher said, “but astronomers have found a lot of clues that predict our sun will burn up and burn out billions of years from now. Beyond that, new discoveries are made every day, and a lot more will be known by the time you kids are grown. Maybe even one of you will find out something new about the uni­verse some day.”

Ah, science can be a journey of discovery!

Jonny and I got so inspired I announced at the family dinner table the next day, “When we grow up we want to be scientists!” Mom responded, “That’s nice dear; Jonathan can be a doctor and you can be a nurse.”

“But, Mom, I don’t want to be a nurse. A nurse is not a scientist!”

This was the first of many obstacles I would have to overcome in my lifelong ambition to become a scientist—maybe not an astronomer or geologist, but some kind of discoverer. Mom just did not understand. How could she? In her world, scientists were medical practitioners, a hierarchy of men sup­ported by women. Are women not allowed to be in charge? There were no obvious role models.

My mom’s mother had died leaving five children when Mom was only seven.

As the only two girls in the family, she and her sister had to take on some household chores, including the Saturday morning ritual of baking a week’s worth of bread. She told of her two older brothers, coming in from their chores in the field, snatching the loaves, and tossing them back and forth as footballs. The boys giggled; the girls cried.

When I complained about my own brothers’ teasing, Mom had the wisdom to advise: “They just do that to get your goat. Either tease them back or don’t pay any attention at all.” Well I had five older brothers, not just two, and they all seemed to rule the roost.

When a very little girl, I warned them, “You just wait ’til I get to be a boy!”

Even so, I always knew they loved me, and I loved them. I just wanted to have the advantages they had.

As my mom approached her teenage years without a mother of her own, she had scant knowledge of the physi­ological changes an adolescent experiences. Neither her father nor local aunts helped in any manner. It was thought improper to speak of such matters in that late Victorian age.

When I became a teenager, Mom gave me a book about birds and bees. As we segued uncomfortably to the human condition, she imparted the essential, timely knowledge she herself had never received.

My mom came a long way from most women of the preceding generation. Besides fulfilling the usual role of wife and mother, she had certified at the local teachers’ college as an elemen­tary school teacher, taught on Long Island for several years, and continuously worked toward civic improvements. She did not, however, go so far as to march with suffragettes; when old enough to feel outraged at the very idea of her being denied the right to vote, I asked why she didn’t march. She answered, “Ben (her husband and my father) wouldn’t have liked it.” I hardly understood how this forceful woman could have been so acquiescent.

Nevertheless, Mom gave strong voice to political thoughts, and once given the right to vote, she voted every time. Unlike most women then, she fought for causes: education, librar­ies, the rebuilding of our burned-out church. While fulfilling the traditional role of woman in her time, she had taken a step beyond the women of her mother’s time. I admired her convictions. She expressed them in the only way acceptable for a female of the early 20th century.

[…]
 
While my folks wanted wifehood for me, they also urged me on to college. I even got a scholarship for Syracuse University.

But disenchantment marked my first years there where science then was taught as a body of facts to be absorbed and regurgitated in written tests. I had loved the physics taught by Mr. Benton in high school. He conveyed the logic of a concept by taking time to develop and illustrate the relevant principles—the way a fulcrum works, for example, as the pivoting point of a lever—a fascinating exercise that made his stale jokes tolerable throughout the entire year. In college, however, I had to memorize formulae with no time allowed for thoughtful derivation. For botany we learned the Latin names of trees, shrubs, and plants without understanding relationships between form and function. Microbiology dealt a similar litany of facts. I rebelled so strongly I began to consider switching to either another field or another university.

[…]
 
Ole did the research and identified the University of Chicago as the opposite of Syracuse, surely more in tune with our values. Under the leadership of Robert Maynard Hutchins and his colleague Mortimer Adler, the U. of C., with its Great Books Program of undergraduate studies, was famed as a citadel of scholarly pursuit. Lacking the rah-rah spirit of major varsity sports, it supported not even a football team, its athletic stadium having been usurped by the U. S. government to serve as a site for accomplishing the first chain reaction leading to development of the atomic bomb.

The idea of switching universities attracted Conant and Allie, but they simply could not commit to such radical change. Ole and I made up our minds: If our parents wouldn’t sanc­tion the transfer, or Chicago wouldn’t accept our credentials, we’d join the Women’s Army Corps (WACs)—so there!

We never had to join the WACs. Our parents agreed to the transfer without a whimper; the University of Chicago took us without loss of credits. After three years of growing disenchantment, I had chosen to change my place of learning but stay with my first love: science.

Except for Conant and Allie, the majority of sisters were doubtless relieved to see Ole and me leave, taking our pho­nograph and loudly played records of Bach, Beethoven, and Bartok with us. They doubtless could not understand how we could abandon the comfort of a pleasant sorority home for the big bad city of Chicago, just for academic reasons.

It was a move of significant consequence.

Table of Contents

Foreword
Chapter 1 Bereft
Chapter 2 Singleness
Chapter 3 Seeds of Encouragement
Chapter 4 Volcanic Beginnings
Chapter 5 Water Dalliance
Chapter 6 Mentoring
Chapter 7 Graduate Studies
Chapter 8 Mad Love
Chapter 9 Water Mold Versus Mushroom Sex
Chapter 10 Argonne Science and FBI Clearance
Chapter 11 Painful Decision
Chapter 12 Frustrations
Chapter 13 Uncertainty
Chapter 14 Assertion
Chapter 15 Marriage
Chapter 16 Chicago to Harvard
Chapter 17 Parenting and Politics
Chapter 18 Reentry Abroad
Chapter 19 Domestic Turmoil
Chapter 20 Resolution
Chapter 21 Females in Science
Chapter 22 Tea Table Talk
Chapter 23 Faculty Wife
Chapter 24 My Own Lab
Chapter 25 Sauerkraut, Mushrooms, and Penicillin
Chapter 26 PhD at 52
Chapter 27 Dutch Postdoc
Chapter 28 Job Hunting
Chapter 29 Soaring and Crashing
Chapter 30 Wellesley Farewell
Chapter 31 Molecular Transition
Chapter 32 Vermont Landing
Chapter 33 Science Trumps Marriage
Chapter 34 Pheromones and Thousands of Sexes
Chapter 35 Passing It On
Epilogue
Glossary
Cardy Raper

About Cardy Raper

Cardy Raper - A Woman of Science
Dr. Cardy Raper received a Masters in Science degree from The University of Chicago and a PhD from Harvard University. She has been extensively published in national and international scientific journals and was named a University of Vermont Research Professor Emerita in Microbiology and Molecular Genetics. She was recently honored by being elected Fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science.
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"What makes this memoir so readable and engrossing is Cardy’s frank account of her circumstances both in and out of the laboratory. Family photographs, and pictures and drawings of the organisms she worked with, add to the reader’s interest. This book encourages aspiring students—men as well as women—in how to overcome difficulties. Cardy Raper, a Harvard PhD, might well claim to have lived up to the slogan of the Harvard band, 'Illegitimum non carborundum: Don’t let the bastards grind you down!'" —Peter R. Day, PhD, Rutgers University Professor Emeritus and author of Plant-Fungal Pathogen Interaction

"Cardy Raper skillfully interweaves the scientific and the personal into a fast-moving and delightful read, offering candid and sage perspectives on a fascinating life." —Ursula Goodenough, PhD, Professor of Biology at Washington University and author of Sacred Depths of Nature

"Cardy Raper demolishes the caricature many of us have of women scientists: nerdy, bespectacled, polysyllabic, introverted spinsters devoted to their (usually abstruse) field of inquiry. She’s devoted, all right; not to just her science, but to life: From a childhood fascination with the natural world to a love affair with and marriage to a faculty mentor; from motherhood to widowhood; and finally from a voyage of discovery into what was at the time strictly a man’s world, to worldwide recognition as a leader of research in the fascinating world of fungi. Warmhearted yet vulnerable, often frustrated and saddened but never defeated, Cardy takes us with her as she enthusiastically probes the little-known world of fungi (where one species may have 20,000 genders), the often hostile atmosphere of male-dominated research, and the life of a working wife and mother." —Willem Lange, New England storyteller and author of Where Does the Wild Goose Go? and Intermittent Bliss

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