Place breathes meaning into alien worlds because it makes these worlds familiar and, moreover, familiar as something that is physically explorable.
There’s a movie out there called I, Frankenstein (2014), based on a graphic novel of the same name by Kevin Grevioux. And it is terrible—a movie so bad that once you start watching you can’t look away.
Pickstock and Pinker have dramatically different views on the place of the sciences and the humanities. But Pickstock’s book may suggest—perhaps in spite of itself—the sort of synthetic coexistence of human intellectual activities which could actually achieve Pinker’s goal of true interdisciplinary cooperation.