It’s with the greatest respect for the legacy of Steve Jobs and the storytelling prowess of author Walter Isaacson that I have to confess: I arrived at the end of the book they made together with a sense that it’s all somehow … ordinary.
“Was he smart?” Isaacson says in the book’s final pages. “No, not exceptionally. Instead, he was a genius.”
So is this expansive, exhaustively thorough and balanced doorstop of over 600 pages a work of genius -- the kind Isaacson nudged close to in say, his Einstein or Benjamin Franklin biographies?
No. But it is exceptionally ... workmanlike.
Already a runaway hit via a staggering volume of downloads and hard-cover purchases, the book is an undeniable event.
With its minimalist black and white cover -- a cover reconfigured by the...