I really wanted to love this book, and the first half which read like a straightforward biography was great, but the second half felt repetitive and read more like a mix of Frank Oppenheimer’s essays and thoughts, but without any feeling of a chronological narrative. It’s such a shame as he sounds like a fascinating and complicated man with an interesting life story. Perhaps this would’ve been more successful for me if it had been a biography written by the author at the beginning, followed separately by some essays, photographs and even perhaps illustrations of some of the museum displays and experiments discussed?