I’m afraid my fascination with the freak show that is Elon Musk heavily biases my review of this book. Coming off the depth in which Jimmy Soni went when writing Founders – including his profile of Elon Musk – I could see how surface-level Isaacson treated this bio. It’s not that Isaacson didn’t cover a lot of material, he did. It was evident he went for breadth over depth. And reading between the lines, he didn’t exactly like Elon Musk, the human being. Isaacson’s writing style is somewhat personality-less. A reporter of events sprinkling in a modicum of his own opinions and impressions. All that said, one could be left with the perception that this book was constructed with a lack of sophistication in order for it to appeal to mass market adoption. That may have rubbed me wrong in other instances, but as stated at the top I find Elon one interesting dichotomy. A brilliant visionary apparently fixated on saving humanity from self-inflicted extinction events and yet wickedly stupid when it comes to preserving his own personal relationships. A believer in populating the world with children, but clearly his often an absent dad based on his maniacal attention to his businesses. A motivator of people and a total asshole. Intelligent engineer with stunted emotional intelligence. In the end, I’m left to believe that the general populace doesn’t appreciate his contributions to society and casts him only through the lens of an out-of-touch, offensive billionaire with the lack of a filter. Both are true, it seems.