John Allen’s hella fun MatB:AMbtIoB2 is a large, coffee-table friendly tome with beaucoup pictures. It’s hard to believe that the serious, scienc-ey Biosphere 2 (B2) was created by such a wild-ass dude, kind of an Augie March-esque cross between Albert Einstein and William Burroughs. Allen was a Harvard Business School MBA who quit his suit-and-tie job to ship on a freighter to Tangiers. His lifelong life-long quest for excellence in three completely disparate areas - “enterprise, theater, and biospheric geology” came to fruition with B2. Allen’s brilliant, wanderlusting mind spouts some interesting reading; “[w]e post-tribal, post-hunter/gatherer, post-modern humans … have been stuck in a situation of patriarchal family, oligarchic property, and a military-based state with all its accompanying repression, wars, epidemics, devastation and famines.” In one sense, Allen’s diary epitomizes all massively successful American dudes in that he’s an unapologetic, egotistical, megalomaniac. Fifty Cent is full of himself and nuts; so are Tiger Woods, Bruce Willis, Donald Rumsfeld, and Steve Jobs. The list goes on, but few are as charming and genteel as Allen, who seems genuinely interested in everything. Allen’s enthusiasm for his subjects results in a big, fat, beautiful mess (see: Queen Latifah) which nonetheless manages to warmly meld the worlds of artsy scientist, capitalistic bioethicist, and megalomaniac dreamer. I think B2 is pretty much shot, but if the B3 personnel committee is looking for a moody, impatient, talentless hack, I am the ideal candidate.