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This book is written so wonderfully. You'd never expect such a brilliant mind to write in such an approachable manner. The last chapter on "The Value of Science" is my favourite in the book. Feynman lamented the fact that science really doesn't get it's day in the sun, at least when it comes to artistic endeavours.

This value of science remains unsung by singers; you are reduced to hearing not a song or poem, but an evening lecture about it. This is not yet a scientific age.

Feynman has a terrific existential poem in that last chapter as well and makes some important recommendations on what we as a species are obligated to do.

Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on. It is our responsibility to leave the people of the future a free hand.

This book is written so wonderfully. You'd never expect such a brilliant mind to write in such an approachable manner. The last chapter on "The Value of Science" is my favourite in the book. Feynman lamented the fact that science really doesn't get it's day in the sun, at least when it comes to artistic endeavours.

This value of science remains unsung by singers; you are reduced to hearing not a song or poem, but an evening lecture about it. This is not yet a scientific age.

Feynman has a terrific existential poem in that last chapter as well and makes some important recommendations on what we as a species are obligated to do.

Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on. It is our responsibility to leave the people of the future a free hand.

An enjoyable, quick read. I haven't watched the movie, but as I read this book I imagined David Bowie as Thomas Jerome Newton and even Rip Torn as Nathan Bryce. This was an interesting story with themes of greed and ambition as a means for fulfilling one's purpose at the cost of civilization. At some point in that journey, you'll begin to wonder who you really are, as Newton did.

Enjoying this one. I'm going to have to watch the movie after reading this.

Enjoying this read so far.

I decided to read this on a whim, as I read another book. I’m glad I did — who says a person should only read one book at a time?!

Mersault is so completely detached from feeling the highs and lows of life that even the blazing hot sun can set him off into murderous action. He seems to only know what interests him after he has lost it. He knows what he doesn’t like, and that list is seemingly endless, but he is too immersed in the belief that everything is pointless, so why even bother, that he is out of place and misunderstood every where he goes.

Ultimately though, he is able to realize what it is that he is drawn to. His memories of swimming on the beach, of enjoying a film and spending time with Marie. He is able to cherish the moments of beauty amidst the banality and indifference of life — and of death.

Time for a re-read of this classic.

This is a book that I will come back to again. There are too many passages that I’d highlighted to get into here. I would recommend this one to anyone.