The Last Sorcerer and the First Scientist Isaac Newton's Search for the Universe's Hidden Code

In July 1936, the auction house of Sotheby's offered for sale three hundred and twenty-nine lots of manuscripts that had spent two centuries locked away in an English country house. The buyer who examined them most carefully, John Maynard Keynes, the century's greatest economist emerged from his reading with a verdict that overturned everything the world thought it knew about the man who had written them. Isaac Newton, Keynes declared, was not the first of the age of reason. He was the last of the magicians.

This is the book that takes that verdict seriously.

Newton devoted more of his intellectual life to alchemy and biblical prophecy than to physics. He wrote over a million words attempting to prove that the Christian Trinity was a fourth-century political fraud. He spent decades reconstructing the precise dimensions of Solomon's Temple, convinced that its proportions encoded the mathematical structure of the solar system. He believed that the inverse-square law of gravity had been known to Pythagoras, concealed in the harmonic ratios of the spheres, and that his own discovery of it was not an invention but a recovery, the retrieval, from the divine text of nature, of a truth that God had placed there at the beginning of creation and reserved for one particular reader to find.

That reader was Newton. He was absolutely certain of it.

The Last Sorcerer and the First Scientist tells the full story of the most extraordinary scientific mind in history, not the sanitised founder of rational modernity that the Enlightenment required, but the complete and far stranger human being who actually existed: the abandoned child who turned solitude into a weapon; the secret Arian heretic who refused the sacrament on his deathbed; the alchemist whose furnace burned for thirty years in pursuit of the active principle of matter; the biblical scholar who cracked the symbolic code of Daniel and Revelation with the same instruments he had applied to the orbit of the Moon; and the mathematician whose refusal to say what gravity was, even after explaining precisely what it did, was not a statement of scientific humility but a deliberate marking of the one boundary his instruments could not cross.

From the Christmas birth in a Lincolnshire farmhouse to the state funeral in Westminster Abbey, from the darkened room at Woolsthorpe where white light first broke open into colour to the locked drawers at Trinity where a million words of secret theology accumulated through the Cambridge nights, this is the biography of a life lived in total seriousness at the edge of what any human mind has ever managed to know and of the ocean that remained, vast and undisturbed, beyond the reach of even that mind's extraordinary instruments.

"He was not the first of the age of reason. He was the last of the magicians." - John Maynard Keynes, 1946