Il est banal de dire que la science contemporaine s'appuie sur la théorie et l'expérience. Mais si les philosophes et les historiens des sciences se sont intéressés à la charge de vérité des théories scientifiques et aux conditions de leur élaboration, ils ont quelque peu délaissé la question de l'expérience et de la manière dont celle-ci peut faire preuve.
Il est banal de dire que la science contemporaine s'appuie sur la théorie et l'expérience. Mais si les philosophes et les historiens des sciences se sont intéressés à la charge de vérité des théories scientifiques et aux conditions de leur élaboration, ils ont quelque peu délaissé la question de l'expérience et de la manière dont celle-ci peut faire preuve. C'est cette question que cherche à élucider cet ouvrage sous un angle historique : l'auteur y interroge un corpus fort large et peu usité de récits d'expérience depuis le XVIIe siècle, qui voient de mettre en place la mathématisation de la physique et se répandre la représentation de la science moderne fondée sur les deux piliers jumeaux de la théorie et de l'expérience. Cet ouvrage montre comment apparaissent alors les formes de preuves expérimentales forts diverses, qui se succèdent et s'enchevêtrent selon un motif historique complexe. Celles-ci, fondées sur la curiosité, l'utilité ou l'exactitude des faits proposés, renvoient aussi bien à des conceptions intellectuelles qu'à des pratiques matérielles, voire à des techniques littéraires, selon les groupes sociaux qu'il s'agit de convaincre. La comparaison entre France et l'Angleterre, les deux pays qui se dotent les premiers d'institutions scientifiques permanentes, permet d'éclairer les trames qui gouvernent l'élaboration de cette tapisserie expérimentale aux motifs contrastés. En dégageant ainsi des " régimes de preuve " progressivement stratifiés dans la pratique scientifique, cet ouvrage offre une grille originale permettant de réinterroger nos représentations contemporaines de la science. Enfin, en rapprochant fermement l'histoire des sciences des champs plus traditionnellement parcourus par les historiens en général, il ouvre des perspectives fécondes et d'actualité.
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Christian Licoppe est professeur de Sociologie des Technologies d'Information et de communication à l'ENST, Paris.
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