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2.0 out of 5 starsOpportunity missed- rather unsatisfying and ultimately disposable
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 28, 2017
Considering this book is ostensibly about Creativity, it on the whole is notable lacking in any flair or imaginative engagement with the topic it is supposed to be focused on. In fact the title and the promoted premise of the book is rather misleading- this is a book by a ideologically committed materialist biologist who wishes to explain all of human thought, action and history through mechanical biological explanation alone, and so the opportunity for a wider, considered, in-depth investigation of the origins of creativity cannot, by definition, be found here.
What you get essentially is an essay that wanders about a fair bit and that is a collection of the authors thoughts on the matter and which are- ironically- rather dull and lacking in the creativity department. Now that isn't to say Wilson isn't a fine writer- he is- and his literary skills help give this review an extra star and thereby rescuing it from the wastelands of a one star torpor, but on the whole this is a rather unsatisfying, disposable collection of personal reflections based in strict ideology, but as with so many works like this these days, dressed up as considered scientific comment and analysis. Shame.
The great biologist EO Wilson ventures into new territories in this quasi-philosophical meander around the origins of creativity, the bonds and differences between science and the humanities, and the direction he feels the humanities need to take. There are moments of brilliance, but unfortunately it's all a bit waffley and, unlike his impeccable scientific credentials, Edward's grasp of the humanities is rather one-dimensional.