Wow, I really loved this book! I started reading it because of the title, expecting to read about how technology evolves ever faster and leaves people in the dust. I mean, it's very apropos these days. But then I've read the first chapter and it was a standard biographical analysis of a scientist in the 20th century. And then there was another, then an entire story about another. I love science popularizing books, but this one felt vibrant and weird. Also, quite hard to believe real. Not only were the geniuses of the era connected through meaningful and consequential causal anecdotes, but there were depictions of their most personal feelings, sexual fantasies, shameful thoughts. I know people back then were heavy into journaling, but I doubt they would have gone there. And then when the book ended, Benjamín Labatut admits that only the first chapter was fully factual and the rest veered into fantasy. Did this anger me? No! It made me want to read stories like that - that would be…
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