As books go, this one is a waste of trees. The book is made up of a series of more or less disjoint pieces. Some of them are right off the wall. He's an AIDs denier - a loaded term, but you get the idea. I vaguely recall one about him being passed out in a cabin for some period of time and a brown recluse spider returning night after night to dine on a festering sore.
Hard to know if Mullis is a gifted technician or a lucky wanker. Say, compare the way that Feynman writes about himself: Feynman is kind of amusing and matter-of-fact; this book is irritatingly self-conscious about being un-stereotypical, and the book gives no sense that his famous technique is other than a one-off.
I assume that he had very little to do with the production of the book - it would be kind of a bummer to think that such a smart guy would be such a douche.
Hard to know if Mullis is a gifted technician or a lucky wanker. Say, compare the way that Feynman writes about himself: Feynman is kind of amusing and matter-of-fact; this book is irritatingly self-conscious about being un-stereotypical, and the book gives no sense that his famous technique is other than a one-off.
I assume that he had very little to do with the production of the book - it would be kind of a bummer to think that such a smart guy would be such a douche.