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Genius Factory: The Curious History of the Nobel Prize Sperm Bank based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
There have been short stories that, with the application of some creative imagination and creativity have been successfully transformed into feature-length films. The less successful attempts have resulted from films that simply `stretched¿ the short story with extended screen shots, lengthy silences and empty (not plot-advancing) dialogue. It is the second example that is most akin to this book. This being the case, I will not dignify it with a lengthy review ¿ but will, instead, come quickly and briefly to the point. This book is a deception ¿ a title ¿The Genius Factory, etc ¿¿ ¿ like a false front on a Hollywood set building. It might have been more accurately titled something like A Moderately Brief but Resoundingly Boring History of Attempts at Human Artificial Insemination: Both Successful and Unsuccessful. The notion of ¿Eugenics¿ and it¿s swollen popularity, for both humane and evil motives, in the early and mid 20th century is an interesting one and well worth study and reportage. Likewise, the efforts of ¿Dr.¿ Robert Graham (an Optometrist) to create a sperm bank contributed to only by Nobel Laureates in order to improve what he saw as the degenerating quality of the human species is, again, fascinating and perhaps even important. Sadly (and surprisingly) this book renders that issue in relatively brief form while dwelling for chapter after chapter on arguably related, but clearly less interesting, information about the history of human A.I. and the author¿s subjective experiences in looking into (and `experiencing¿ both it¿s products and some of it¿s required activities. What began as a few magazine-type articles in ¿Slate¿ have been expanded here to Feature Length ¿ but not by the addition of interesting and relevant new data ¿ but by an expanded spewing of word, historical references, and personal irrelevancies. I would estimate that no more than one-third of the text deal with the subject suggested by the title in a meaningful way. The rest is schlock filler. If I could reclaim the hours I spend listening to this book (yes, I listened to the recorded version) I would.