If speculative fiction about the lives of persons so unconventionally brilliant (or brilliantly unconventional) that their brains can't sustain sanity is your bag, then you will enjoy this one as much as I did. Alan Turing didn't wash his pants; Kurt Gödel starved himself to death to show that individual human will can override mechanical instinct. The book is little more than a character sketch of their mad genius. It is heavier on narrative than on philosophy, math, or science, to be sure. But I can't imagine one appreciating this book -- and these men -- if one is not also appreciative of or curious about the mathematical and philosophical concepts therein.

(And with that, I go back to reading Pretty Little Liars!)