If you like to imagine what the future will be like with talking refrigerators, Rosie the robot, and a car named Hal this book will be fine for you. I found the certainty he predicts with arrogant and spooky enough for me to want to move into a log cabin in the back country of Alaska. The most appalling part is when Mr. Normand actually states that design needs to be made into a science. This man has clearly spent too many years in academia sipping whiskey in his ivory tower.
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