Needed more of everything: depth, substance... The memoir portions were wishy-washy and uninteresting; the biographical portions about David Starr Jordan were weakened by bland, speculative daydreaming. It did eventually swing towards interest when the biographical became more factually rigorous, but my overall impression upon finishing is that the whole book is limp, flimsy, grasping but falling short. 1/2
A strange and timely coincidence to read the sections about eugenics in the US after reading Sorrowland. 2/2 1w