Steve Jobs: Biography

First, this is what i want from a biography: inspiration. From Soeharto to Robert Kennedy, from Dylan Thomas to Pablo Neruda, somehow the writer could sneak in some inspiration for me to inhale regardless the fact that Dylan Thomas was a sloppy drunkard and Pablo Neruda was a communist with caviar who repeatedly cheated his wife(s). But this biography, this authorized biography of one supposedly very important person in virtual internet world, offered me none. Mr Isaacson brought stories and (supposedly) proofs on how cruel and ruthless Steve Jobs was. This theme of ruthlessness was repeated pages after pages. On the last third of the book, the biography slip into the biography of products, namely the i(Pod, Phone, Pad).

I understand that Mr Isaacson trying so hard to be objective, to tell the truth, but really, does he have to keep repeating it pages after pages. My conclusion was, either Mr Isaacson was being ruthlessly objective or Mr Jobs was really a ruthless-everyone in his life must say something about his ruthlessness in his biography.

Too bad, really. It could have been an inspiring book. Or perhaps, Mr Isaacson just trying to prevent a disaster from happening. Jobs wannabe (plus his uncharacteristic ruthlessness), in thousand. I don't know.