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I'm sorry to report that, despite his associations with Time magazine and CNN, this author cannot write. This biography appears to have been written by a high school sophomore. Tangled shoestrings of comments from Steve Jobs, plus those of the people who knew him, are juxtaposed with sudden references to "I" (e.g Jobs says he liked King Lear, and "I asked him why he related to King Lear...") If this is an interview, write it as such. If it's a biography, as touted, then please remove yourself from it, oh, writer. The sentences are stilted, forced, and lack any creativity. A pure statement of facts--a facts sheet, if you will--would read more eloquently than this work of non-fiction. As it stands now, "Steve Jobs" is a cobbled patchwork of facts with conjunctions and prepositional phrases thrown in to link them. It's downright painful to read. If one were unaware that this was a published biography, and merely read it under the misrepresentation that a high school student turned it in for their English class project, it would be both believable, and highly defensible. The wisdom of Steve Jobs is lost in the hands of this "professional writer", who casts a murky haze over the biography just as a death shroud obscures a corpse. It is so poorly constructed, so rudimentary in its prose, that it can only come "alive" in television sound bites, where it barely breathes with gasping shallow respirations, as if it was a boat-landed carp. A powerful operatic aria for Mr. Jobs, the one all Apple fans long for, this work is not. Mr. Jobs accepted this biography, unreviewed and unedited. Mr. Isaacson was given free reign. This degree of candor is appreciated from Mr. Jobs. But, God rest his soul, perhaps he should have asked for an advanced copy, if for no other reason than to have his own Apple marketing department perform life-saving surgery to repair it into something readable and intelligent. It certainly would have made reading this 630 page doorstop more enjoyable. As it is now, the message of the genius, Jobs, is undecipherable in the apple sauce of this text. It is quite concerning that the New York literati down at Simon & Schuster publishing house would allow this unedited drone into the print shop. Perhaps releasing it in the month of Steve's passing was more important than making it an actual book. Books are meant to be read and enjoyed, now and forever, and serve as a basis of learning for current and future generations. This biography, my dear readers, serves little purpose other than as a weight to hold down my papers when I open my window. This is a sad tribute to an imaginative icon; the writing is dreadfully uninspired. I strongly urge the Kindle owners to download the sample pages before purchase to see if you can stomach the writing style, if there is one, for 600+ pages.