A review by verbamatic
The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli

1.0

I had an impression that I was a 5-year-old child lectured by a festooned clown who was so caught up in his efforts at mystique and refinement that he could not realize that the child saw through his grotesque facade. I have never yet read anything that patronized the reader and asserted the writer’s self-importance in the same extreme gesture. This book has it all: irrelevant quotes from the classics, desperate attempt at poetry, assumptions that you are very dumb and will never appreciate the topic more than the author, fake kindness that veils these assumptions, et cetera. I’ve never hated a book more. I couldn’t continue. Fail.