This is a rich smooth syrup of poetic prose. Words so thick you can not see through them. Not a watercolor but an oil painting with texture, depth and color, mostly red. This is also a study of madness as seen from the inside and a how-to on making a monster.
All the characters are Jorg. It is his vision that is your window to his world. You only see through his eyes. All others are what he tells you they are. Reality is what he wants to believe. His values, that all can be sacrificed and all is a means to an end, is what drives this book. That all must bend to his will. That one or two well placed corpse will make others more compliant. He is assured that men will fallow him because they will! Things will happen as he wants, because it will! Because he is Jorg.
Do I like Jorg? No. Would I ever want to meet him? Hell no! Do I want to read the next book, as well as anything else by this author? Yes please. Because fellow readers this man can write!
One way to judge a book is by the echoes it leaves in your mind. Do you think about it? Where you changed by it? Did it disturb you? This one will be lurking in the dark corners of my mind for a long time.
A better narrator. Faster pace. More believable dialog. Characters that took actions in character.
No. My friends are all adults.
No. Nor would I read a book by this author again.
I would eliminate a character. The boy from the future. Not needed. Not utilized. He didn't belong there. Anything he added could be gotten by other means.
This was not marked as a juvenile book. The idea was intriguing. For a reader with less of an idea of how the world/people/emotions works, in other words what reality is, this would be a good book. A book for teens. This might be a good choice for a pre to early teen. But the dialog is period true and there for stilted. I felt the action was slow at times the story crawled. I have reviewed this book as an adult. This is not on the level of Harry Potter, which an adult can appreciate.
More physics. Less of the author traveling around hobnobbing, visiting, pestering, scientists.
What this book has to say about physics would take 3 hours. I did not need to know what the author had to drink, or that the local sheep have a different flavor. (cooked)
This EDGE of physics was so 3 years ago. This made the book confusing. I keep going and trying to figure out when this happened. Longer ago then when the book was published.
All this being said, Anil Ananthaswamy can write. He can write dialogue, very well in fact. His ability to write a believable dialogue is better than most novelists.
This book isn't bad it is just is not what it says it is. It is a little history, some personality study and a refutation of Einstein' s assertion that there is no special place to do physics. Apparently it is done best in the most G-d forsaken places. Oh, and ones that you can't get there from here.
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