Sep 15, 10
Read in September, 2010
I wanted to hear about meteorites; I didn't want to hear so much about the author's personal life. He's a beautifully talented writer, but diving into his own emotional turmoil hurts the book in the end because sometimes it means that it grows so intimate that the reader can't follow his trajectory (pun intended) and the purpose of the prose grows murky.
"The Fallen Sky" is wonderfully informative and a terrific read for the most part (I did, indeed, learn a lot about meteorites), but sometimes it seems schizophrenic: does the author want it to be historical non-fiction, an exploration narrative, or "Eat, Pray, Love" with rocks instead of pasta?