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Celebratio Mathematica

Yakov M. Eliashberg

My interactions with Yasha Eliashberg

by Mélanie Bertelson

It is a dif­fi­cult task to talk about Yasha Eli­ash­berg: he has so many won­der­ful qual­it­ies I would like to men­tion, one of which is his pro­found mod­esty, but I also know that he would feel very em­bar­rassed if I did. I will try to find a com­prom­ise.

I re­call an epis­ode from the first YashaFest in 2007 at Stan­ford which il­lus­trates both his mod­esty and his fine sense of hu­mor. On the even­ing of the ban­quet, after a series of re­marks by col­leagues and friends prais­ing his work and per­son­al qual­it­ies, Yasha told us a fam­ous Rus­si­an joke: after hav­ing watched a pro­pa­ganda movie about the So­viet Uni­on, a small Rus­si­an boy ex­claimed, “Where is So­viet Uni­on? I want to go to So­viet Uni­on!” Yasha con­cluded, by way of re­sponse to the glow­ing praise, “Who is this Yasha Eli­ash­berg? I want to meet him!”

The first time I met Yasha was in the spring of 1996 at Stan­ford. I was in my first year of gradu­ate stud­ies, and he had just come back from a semester at Har­vard. We were at­tend­ing a sem­in­ar. I had heard about him already, be­fore com­ing to Stan­ford, and I was happy when he came to talk to me after the sem­in­ar. He chose to ad­dress me in Rus­si­an (!), a lan­guage I un­for­tu­nately do not speak.

Al­though I was a sort of half-stu­dent of Yasha, his in­flu­ence on me has been con­sid­er­able. Let me ex­plain “half stu­dent”. When I ar­rived at Stan­ford in the sum­mer of 1995, I had just fin­ished writ­ing an un­der­gradu­ate dis­ser­ta­tion with Si­mone Gutt in Brus­sels on Bor­is Fe­dosov’s newly trans­lated proof of ex­ist­ence of de­form­a­tion quant­iz­a­tion on all sym­plect­ic man­i­folds. I was very temp­ted to con­tin­ue in that dir­ec­tion. At the time, Alan Wein­stein in Berke­ley was also in­ter­ested in these sub­jects, and I asked him if he could be my PhD ad­viser. He ac­cep­ted, and Yasha ac­cep­ted to be my co-ad­viser.

Dur­ing the first few years, Yasha — per­haps feel­ing dis­sat­is­fied with the idea that a Stan­ford stu­dent was work­ing with a Berke­ley pro­fess­or, or wor­ried that I was per­haps lost — offered on sev­er­al oc­ca­sions to give me an­oth­er thes­is pro­ject. I had taken a read­ing course with him, to­geth­er with a few oth­er gradu­ate stu­dents ( Dav­ide Castelvec­chi, Mi­chael Sul­li­van and Mei-Lin Yau). Our task was to read Hofer and Zehnder’s Sym­plect­ic In­vari­ants and Hamilto­ni­an Dy­nam­ics. We would meet about once a week and each, in turn, would ex­plain a chapter of the book. Thanks to this ex­per­i­ence, I could ap­pre­ci­ate the beauty of the ideas in sym­plect­ic to­po­logy and Yasha’s vis­ion. And yet each time Yasha ap­proached me about work­ing with him, I felt quite tor­tured, but would po­litely say no, be­cause I felt if I star­ted a com­pletely new thes­is sub­ject, my PhD would take forever. Once we ran in­to one an­oth­er in the Stan­ford math de­part­ment and Yasha said, with his fam­ously ir­res­ist­ible mis­chiev­ous glance, “I know why you want to have two ad­visers: to es­cape both!”

I should spe­cify that Yasha did not need more stu­dents. There was an al­most per­man­ent line out­side his of­fice door of un­der­gradu­ate and gradu­ate stu­dents, postdocs or vis­it­ors wait­ing to talk to him. (If your meet­ing was dur­ing lunch time, he would of­fer to share his mea­ger lunch, typ­ic­ally con­sist­ing of an apple and a ba­nana.) He had and still has so many ideas, and hap­pily shares them with any­one in­ter­ested. He just hopes to see an­swers to the nu­mer­ous ques­tions he is in­ter­ested in, out of sheer curi­os­ity. My friend Dav­ide Castelvec­chi once com­plained how, in his first year of re­search, he would re­ceive a new thes­is sub­ject each week from Yasha and felt quite lost as to what to work on.

Not only are Yasha’s ideas ap­peal­ing but his per­son­al­ity is, too. Yasha en­joys dis­cuss­ing math a lot and seems genu­inely to like people in gen­er­al. Wheth­er you are a strong math­em­atician or not does not seem to mat­ter so much to him. He makes you feel very com­fort­able. His wife Ada told me once that when he was very young, one of his school­teach­ers told his mom that he was a most tact­ful young per­son.

In this vein, I should men­tion how care­fully Yasha pre­pared for Em­manuel Giroux’s months-long vis­it to Stan­ford in 1998. Each of his PhD stu­dents was giv­en a spe­cif­ic task: one of us had to walk to the de­part­ment with Em­manuel each morn­ing, an­oth­er would do the re­verse each night. My mis­sion was to shop once a week with Em­manuel. It was a great ex­per­i­ence to come to know Em­manuel a little bit and to have a glimpse in­to a blind math­em­atician’s life. I also be­nefited greatly from sev­er­al math dis­cus­sions with him.

My thes­is sub­ject with Alan Wein­stein even­tu­ally brought me closer to Yasha. In par­tic­u­lar, I had an ex­ten­sion of Gro­mov’s h-prin­ciple for open in­vari­ant re­la­tions on open man­i­folds to the case of “open” fo­li­ations of any codi­men­sion whose proof had made me sweat a lot. Yasha was con­vinced that the proof should be simple. We had a dis­cus­sion that be­came a long ping-pong game: Yasha be­lieved he had found a simple ar­gu­ment. I con­vinced him that it was not com­plete. He went back to think in front of his of­fice win­dow, spread­ing chalk over his lips, and found a way to fix it. This game went on for three hours, at the end of which the ques­tion re­mained un­settled, and still is.

When I had com­pleted my PhD and was about to leave Stan­ford, I ran in­to Yasha in the math de­part­ment. We hugged and said we would work to­geth­er “in an­oth­er life”.

When I got my first ten­ure track job at Uni­versité Cath­olique de Louv­ain (UCL) in 2003, I was offered the chance to pro­pose a name for the Chaire de La Vallée Poussin 2005, an an­nu­al four-day event named after the prom­in­ent Bel­gian math­em­atician Charles-Jean de La Vallée Poussin (1866 — 1962). I choose to in­vite Yasha, who ac­cep­ted. At the time, he was still very ex­cited about sym­plect­ic field the­ory and de­livered a series of beau­ti­ful lec­tures on the sub­ject. I be­lieve that what Yasha en­joyed most about this ex­per­i­ence was the poster of the event, which had his name in large let­ters right next to a beau­ti­ful pic­ture of de La Vallé Poussin, a styl­ish man of his time, sport­ing a large mus­tache and bin­ocu­lars. It really gave the im­pres­sion that it was a pic­ture of Yasha, and made the poster look like a joke. Yasha still has that poster at the back of his of­fice door.

There have been oth­er con­nec­tions with Bel­gi­um. Frédéric Bour­geois, who be­came a very young mem­ber of the Académie Roy­ales de Bel­gique, had pro­posed that one of the Académie’s prizes should be awar­ded to the au­thors of ma­jor pro­gress on the prob­lem of ex­ist­ence of con­tact struc­tures. When Yasha, Emmy Murphy and Strom Bor­man later proved the h-prin­ciple for con­tact struc­tures, it was ob­vi­ous that they de­served the prize. Frédéric told me at the time that he had thought he would nev­er see a proof of the gen­er­al res­ult dur­ing his life­time. We or­gan­ized a con­fer­ence in Brus­sels (2015) around the of­fi­cial re­cep­tion of the prize (whose fin­an­cial com­pon­ent was not even suf­fi­cient to cov­er their travel ex­penses).

That “oth­er life” (in which Yasha and I would work to­geth­er) star­ted in 2012. At the time I was sep­ar­at­ing from my hus­band, the fath­er of my two chil­dren. I at­ten­ded a con­fer­ence in hon­or of Daniel Ben­nequin in Par­is, where Yasha was one of the lec­tur­ers. At the first cof­fee break, Yasha came to greet me and, with that in­tense glance of his, asked me how I was do­ing. This was an im­possible ques­tion at the time and tears came to my eyes in­stantly. Yasha im­me­di­ately took me for a tea nearby. We had a long and very com­fort­ing con­ver­sa­tion. He also con­vinced me to come to Stan­ford with my kids dur­ing the sum­mer, which I did. He even took care of find­ing us an apart­ment on cam­pus. This is a typ­ic­al in­stance of Yasha’s gen­er­os­ity.

From that time on, I changed my re­search fo­cus to sym­plect­ic to­po­logy (chan­ging sub­jects was a hard de­cision but also a ne­ces­sity as my re­search had be­come close to that of my former hus­band, which was prob­lem­at­ic). And I star­ted go­ing reg­u­larly to Stan­ford, per­haps a way of “even­tu­ally do­ing a PhD with Yasha”. Each time was im­mensely in­spir­ing. And each time Yasha and Ada kindly in­vited me for a din­ner at their house with oth­er col­leagues or vis­it­ors. I have very fond memor­ies of some of those din­ners, where I met won­der­ful people and could en­joy the joy­ful and in­ter­est­ing com­pany of Yasha and Ada.

I am ex­tremely grate­ful to have met Yasha and to have been giv­en the chance to con­tin­ue to in­ter­act with him. He is one of my fa­vor­ite hu­man be­ings.

Born on Au­gust 8, 1970 in Brus­sels, Mélan­ie Ber­telson com­pleted a Li­cence en Sci­ences Mathématiques at the Uni­versité libre de Bruxelles in 1995, and a PhD in math­em­at­ics at Stan­ford Uni­versity in 2000. After postdocs at the Max Planck In­sti­tute for Math­em­at­ics, Uni­versité libre de Bruxelles (ULB), she ob­tained ten­ure track at the Uni­versité Cath­olique de Louv­ain and, two years later, a per­man­ent re­search po­s­i­tion from the Fonds de la Recher­che Sci­en­ti­fique (FNRS) at the ULB, where she is now a Pro­fess­or.