Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!

I've been reading a lot of lyrical fiction lately so it was hard making the transition here. It's personal anecdotes as written by Sheldon Cooper with a dose of Raj Koothrappali thrown in. The writing is flat and precise with an analytical bent sprinkled throughout with per-pubescent 12 year old boy that's still obsessed with boobies.

This seems no different than a host of humble brag blogger books - with the exception that Mr. Feynman is a Nobel Prize winning physicist with a penchant for cracking safes, playing bongos, learning to draw, deciphering Mayan hieroglyphs and more. I guess I can appreciate his boundless curiosity and his eagerness to explore, not to mention his firm adherence to logic in the face of politics, grift, assumptions and simply following the crowd.