"No Place to Hide" is uneven; it doesn't really tell us anything we didn't know already, and Snowden himself disappears about 100 pages in. Still, and despite Greenwald's more self-important tendencies, the book is part of a necessary conversation about surveillance and privacy.
Is there anything in the lives to justify Koch and Conan Doyle appearing together between the covers of a single book? Mr. Goetz's enjoyable chronicle makes a spirited, if unproven, case. We are offered racy biographies of the two men. Both were originally provincial general practitioners but ambitious for more.
Whether or not one is convinced by Mr. Piketty's data—and there are reasons for skepticism...is ultimately of little consequence. For this book is less a work of economic analysis than a bizarre ideological screed.
But “The Splendid Things We Planned” is about Blake’s brother and, to a lesser extent, his parents, not the author, which is too bad. Blake is a more interesting character than his family, and has contributed much to the understanding of lives and works of major writers.
Kaku is not shy about quoting science-fiction movies and TV (he has seen them all). Despite going off the deep end musing about phenomena such as isolated consciousness spreading throughout the universe, he delivers ingenious predictions extrapolated from good research already in progress.
And in The Sixth Extinction, Elizabeth Kolbert, a staff writer for the New Yorker, offers well-composed snapshots of history, theory and observation that will fascinate, enlighten and appal many readers.
...Mr Werth’s account comes at a cost. Vertex gave the author access to its executives and scientists. Having devoted two books to the firm, Mr Werth at times seems too allied with it. “The Antidote” describes Mr Boger as an evangelist; in Mr Werth, he seems to have found a convert.
Even truly accomplished worriers should be cheered that the author...has wrapped his arms around a vast body of science and intellectual history to gain useful perspective on his own agonizing experiences. The result is a work that sheds light not just on a particular disorder but on the human condition that gives rise to it.
Ms. Medsger concludes her overlong book with lengthy and worshipful profiles of the burglars, written in admiring prose that validates their choice of her to tell their stories.
Although only a physicist or mathematician is likely to understand everything in Our Mathematical Universe, enough will be comprehensible for non-scientific readers to enjoy an amazing ride through the rich landscape of contemporary cosmology.
Minter encourages people “to think about what it means to recycle, and make smart choices as a consumer before you buy that thing you’ll eventually toss out.” In the end, placing that bin on the curbside is only outsourcing the end result of our consumption.
In the end, the main value of Happy City is not in saying something new, but in saying forcefully what can't be said too much.
Catherine Merridale's extraordinary history of the red fortress mixes politics, history, architecture and biography to lay bare the secret heart of Russia's history...Ms. Merridale does a brilliant job of piecing together the clues from the past and evading the constraints of the present.
Though in the end St. Germain’s investigations fail to bring him quietude, it’s profoundly moving to witness his childhood resentment give way to love, admiration and — perhaps most of all — to empathy.
It’s hard to compose facts and figures into a volume that reads as easily as a novel, loaded with derring-do and emotion. Mr. Holmes has succeeded at that challenge, profiling an important but underexamined aspect of human history that is uplifting in all its forms.
The book is filled with surprising facts about the drink.
The Everything Store provides extraordinary access to one of the great business stories of this or any other time. The book has all the twists and turns of a top-notch action-adventure movie.
More than anything, David And Goliath feels like one of Gladwell’s New Yorker articles stretched past his limit. Unfortunately, the book proves Steven Pinker right: Gladwell should stick to shorter works.
An artful, affecting blend of history, biography, political science, and religion and an illustration of how small lights can illuminate a large landscape.
Although its subtitle promises to reveal “The making of a scientist,” the book delivers nothing close...The book is doubly disappointing given the high regard many readers have for the depth of his intellect.