Blaise

This book feels very different, as Rudy Waltz feels like a definitive character, and the stories themes and messaging feels much more overt that "Slaughterhouse V," for instance.

While I do thing it's a bit of a rocky start having the book begin with the seventh voyage, as it is the most confusing one, I'd say that all the short stories in this book are fantastic and is basically "what if Stanislaw Lem wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy," and also "What if Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy was actually funny?"

this is not a science book. it's findings are the definition of banal, though it hardly focuses on that, instead putting emphasis on being a autobiography in disguise (and even those parts are still boring drivel). Outside of the implications of the author being morally okay with keeping a creature she considers sentient and her friend captive for its entire life, this book is just badly though out and esoteric.

A good book, a great book, a valuable revisionist history. But I have been assigned it for school and reading the book makes me want to tear it, throw it, smash it, just punish it for mental anguish it causes. I would really, genuinally, rather claw my own hand for hours then continue reading this, or god forbid reread it.