BULLIED by other children and bewildered by ordinary life, Daniel Tammet spent his early years burrowed deep inside the world of numbers. They were his companions and his solace, living, breathing beings that enveloped him with their shapes and textures and colors.
He still loves them and needs them; he can still do extraordinary things with them, like perform complicated calculations instantly in his head, far beyond the capacity of an ordinary calculator. But Mr. Tammet, who at the age of 25 received a diagnosis of Asperger's syndrome, a high-functioning form of autism, has made a difficult and self-conscious journey out from his own mind.
''I live in two countries, one of the mind and one of the body, one of numbers and one of people,'' he said recently. Slight and soft-spoken, dressed in a T-shirt and casual combat-style pants, he sat cross-legged in his living room and sipped a cup of tea, one of several he drinks at set times each day.
Not so long ago, even a conversation like this one would have been prohibitively difficult for Mr. Tammet, now 28. As he describes in his newly published memoir, ''Born on a Blue Day: Inside the Extraordinary Mind of an Autistic Savant'' (Free Press), he has willed himself to learn what to do. Offer a visitor a drink; look her in the eye; don't stand in someone else's space. These are all conscious decisions.
Recently, some friends warned him that in his eagerness to make eye contact, he tended to stare too intently. ''It's like being on a tightrope,'' he said. ''If you try too hard, you'll come off. But you have to try.''
Mr. Tammet's house, a small cottage in a sleepy cul-de-sac in this quiet Kent town, is a refuge from the sensory assaults of the world outside -- the city, big supermarkets, crowds -- which tend to overwhelm and unnerve him.
''The house is like my oasis,'' he said. ''I structured it -- the colors of it, the way the furniture is laid out. The way it feels, and the way I work -- it's very much a matter of routine, and it makes me feel calm and comfortable.''
Mr. Tammet's book is an elegant account of how his condition has informed his life, a rare first-person insight into a mysterious and confounding disorder. He is unusual not just because of his lucid writing style and his ability to analyze his own thoughts and behavior, but also because he is one fewer than 100 ''prodigious savants'' -- autistic or otherwise mentally impaired people with spectacular, almost preternatural skills -- in the world, according to Dr. Darold Treffert, a researcher of savant syndrome.
He wears his gifts lightly, casually. When he gets nervous, he said, he sometimes reverts to a coping strategy he employed as a child: he multiplies two over and over again, each result emitting in his head bright silvery sparks until he is enveloped by fireworks of them. He demonstrated, reciting the numbers to himself, and in a moment had reached 1,048,576 -- 2 to the 20th power. He speaks 10 languages, including Lithuanian, Icelandic and Esperanto, and has invented his own language, Mantï. In 2004, he raised money for an epilepsy charity by memorizing and publicly reciting the number pi to 22,514 digits -- a new European record. In addition to Asperger's, he has the rare gift of synesthesia, which allows him to see numbers as having shapes, colors and textures; he also assigns them personalities. His unusual mind has been studied repeatedly by researchers in Britain and the United States.
Mr. Tammet sees himself as an ambassador and advocate for people with autism.
''Autistic people do fall in love,'' he said. ''They do have joy; they do have sorrow; they do experience ups and downs like everyone else. We may not have the same ability to manage those emotions as others have, but they're there, and sometimes our experience of them is far more intense than the experience of other people.''
Mr. Tammet grew up in east London, one of nine children. He suffered a series of early epileptic fits that he believes brought on his synesthesia. Through his childhood troubles -- a lack of friends, the tendency to block out the world, an incessant counting of everything countable -- he was buoyed by a loving family whose size ensured, he said, that ''I could never close inside myself.''
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A Savant Aided by the Sparks That He Sees Inside His Head
As a young child, Daniel Tammet had seizures. They turned him into a strange boy.
''I'm seeing things in my head like little sparks firing off,'' Mr. Tammet, a 26-year-old Englishman, says tonight on ''Brainman,'' on the Science Channel. ''And it's not until the very last moment that those sparks tell me what on earth they mean.''
Sounds spooky, right? And to be sure, if the sparks told Mr. Tammet that he had a message for the bats, or that his hair was lonely, he might have come across as just another delusional solipsist. But Mr. Tammet's sparks are mightier than the usual sparks: They give him not bat-words, but pi to the 22,500th place and the capacity to learn whole languages in a week. He's not only a savant but also a warm and communicative man; he has the ability, rare in savants, to describe how his esoteric knowledge visits him.
After reeling off the answers to warm-up questions -- say, what's 37 to the 4th power? -- Mr. Tammet fields inquiries about the way he pokes the table while he's coming up with answers (1,874,161, say).
''I'm seeing the numbers,'' he explains. ''But I'm not seeing them. It's strange. I'm seeing pictures, shapes and patterns. Almost like a square, like the texture of water. Drops -- ripples, almost. Like something reflective. It's something you can look through, almost metallic. Like bubbles. Then a bit like a flash.''
Good luck boosting your learning power by trying to replicate this process. The documentary does not explain Mr. Tammet's methods, which he maintains are simply more revelation than calculation. But something in the way that Mr. Tammet describes the beautiful, aching, hallucinatory process of arriving at his answers illuminates the excitement of all cogitation. The film takes an enthusiastic, fascinated approach to savantism that gives viewers what we want: the chance to enjoy the spectacle of great intelligence.
One of nine children, Mr. Tammet grew up counting numbers in hopscotch and studying leaves. Here he tells Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen -- an autism researcher and a cousin of Sacha Baron Cohen, television's Ali G -- bullies ''didn't know how to tease me'' because he had enough social skills to get by. So they left him to his studies, and eventually he started learning languages, memorizing things and delighting people with the huge calculations he could do in his head. Mr. Baron-Cohen concludes that his autistic symptoms are not interfering with his life.
Mr. Tammet meets Kim Peek, the American savant on whom Dustin Hoffman's character in ''Rain Man'' was based. They hit it off, with Mr. Peek telling Mr. Tammet, ''One day you'll be as great as I am.''
The documentary also subjects Mr. Tammet to a series of tests intended to amaze viewers and convince scientists that he's not, somehow, cheating. When, after only a week of language study, he appears on Icelandic television, chatting in the native tongue like a pro, the skeptics appear to be silenced. Part of what Mr. Tammet tells his interviewers is how beautiful Icelandic is. This does not appear to be mere courtesy. For Mr. Tammet, beauty is a significant component of thinking. In the most affecting scene in the documentary, he dreamily describes the aesthetic merits of numerals.
The number 1 he's drawn to for its brightness. ''Two is kind of like a movement, right to left, kind of like a drifting,'' he says. Five is a clap of thunder or the sound of a wave hitting a rock. Six ''is actually the number I find hardest to experience,'' he says. ''It's like a hole, or a chasm. Number 9 is the biggest number. It's very tall.'' He seems frightened for an instant. ''It can be intimidating.''
Later in the film, Mr. Tammet visits New York City, where he stands -- dutifully, for the cameras -- in Times Square. We've been told that Mr. Tammet, who is remarkably well adjusted, nonetheless dislikes flashing lights and noise.
He does seem to be facing some kind of sublimity, though it's apparently not the crowds or the Broadway street life that excites him. ''The number 9 is all around me,'' he says.
''I'm seeing things in my head like little sparks firing off,'' Mr. Tammet, a 26-year-old Englishman, says tonight on ''Brainman,'' on the Science Channel. ''And it's not until the very last moment that those sparks tell me what on earth they mean.''
Sounds spooky, right? And to be sure, if the sparks told Mr. Tammet that he had a message for the bats, or that his hair was lonely, he might have come across as just another delusional solipsist. But Mr. Tammet's sparks are mightier than the usual sparks: They give him not bat-words, but pi to the 22,500th place and the capacity to learn whole languages in a week. He's not only a savant but also a warm and communicative man; he has the ability, rare in savants, to describe how his esoteric knowledge visits him.
After reeling off the answers to warm-up questions -- say, what's 37 to the 4th power? -- Mr. Tammet fields inquiries about the way he pokes the table while he's coming up with answers (1,874,161, say).
''I'm seeing the numbers,'' he explains. ''But I'm not seeing them. It's strange. I'm seeing pictures, shapes and patterns. Almost like a square, like the texture of water. Drops -- ripples, almost. Like something reflective. It's something you can look through, almost metallic. Like bubbles. Then a bit like a flash.''
Good luck boosting your learning power by trying to replicate this process. The documentary does not explain Mr. Tammet's methods, which he maintains are simply more revelation than calculation. But something in the way that Mr. Tammet describes the beautiful, aching, hallucinatory process of arriving at his answers illuminates the excitement of all cogitation. The film takes an enthusiastic, fascinated approach to savantism that gives viewers what we want: the chance to enjoy the spectacle of great intelligence.
One of nine children, Mr. Tammet grew up counting numbers in hopscotch and studying leaves. Here he tells Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen -- an autism researcher and a cousin of Sacha Baron Cohen, television's Ali G -- bullies ''didn't know how to tease me'' because he had enough social skills to get by. So they left him to his studies, and eventually he started learning languages, memorizing things and delighting people with the huge calculations he could do in his head. Mr. Baron-Cohen concludes that his autistic symptoms are not interfering with his life.
Mr. Tammet meets Kim Peek, the American savant on whom Dustin Hoffman's character in ''Rain Man'' was based. They hit it off, with Mr. Peek telling Mr. Tammet, ''One day you'll be as great as I am.''
The documentary also subjects Mr. Tammet to a series of tests intended to amaze viewers and convince scientists that he's not, somehow, cheating. When, after only a week of language study, he appears on Icelandic television, chatting in the native tongue like a pro, the skeptics appear to be silenced. Part of what Mr. Tammet tells his interviewers is how beautiful Icelandic is. This does not appear to be mere courtesy. For Mr. Tammet, beauty is a significant component of thinking. In the most affecting scene in the documentary, he dreamily describes the aesthetic merits of numerals.
The number 1 he's drawn to for its brightness. ''Two is kind of like a movement, right to left, kind of like a drifting,'' he says. Five is a clap of thunder or the sound of a wave hitting a rock. Six ''is actually the number I find hardest to experience,'' he says. ''It's like a hole, or a chasm. Number 9 is the biggest number. It's very tall.'' He seems frightened for an instant. ''It can be intimidating.''
Later in the film, Mr. Tammet visits New York City, where he stands -- dutifully, for the cameras -- in Times Square. We've been told that Mr. Tammet, who is remarkably well adjusted, nonetheless dislikes flashing lights and noise.
He does seem to be facing some kind of sublimity, though it's apparently not the crowds or the Broadway street life that excites him. ''The number 9 is all around me,'' he says.
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