Works
- Owen Gingerich: "Astronomy" in The Encounter between Christianity and Science, Edited by Richard H. Bube, William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1968, pages 109-133
- Owen Gingerich: The Role of Erasmus Reinhold and the Prutenic Tables in the Dissemination of the Copernican Theory, 1973
- Owen Gingerich, Robert S. Westman: The Wittich Connection: Conflict and Priority in Late Sixteenth-century Cosmology, American Philosophical Society, 1988,
- Owen Gingerich: The Book Nobody Read: Chasing the Revolutions of Nicolaus Copernicus. New York: Walker, 2004 ISBN 0-8027-1415-3
- Owen Gingerich: An annotated census of Copernicus' De revolutionibus (Nuremberg, 1543 and Basel, 1566). Leiden: Brill, 2002 ISBN 90-04-11466-1 (Studia copernicana. Brill's series; v. 2)
- Owen Gingerich: God's Universe. Belnap Press, 2006 ISBN 0-674-02370-6
- General editor of Oxford Portraits in Science (1996 - present)
- Owen Gingerich: The Eye of Heaven: Ptolemy, Copernicus, Kepler. New York: American Institute of Physics, 1993 ISBN 0-88318-863-5
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