Non-fiction reviews
A rebuttal to “The Room Where it Happens.”
What can be measured can be controlled, but who decides what to measure?
Wherein a ship sinks because it make it to shore.
I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops. – S. J. Gould
Spoilers: It’s slavery.
Or why not to write a book based on a taxi ride.
The kooky invention of the Modern, or the bystander to the Modern?