I don’t know what to think about this book. It is powerful, definitely. Filled with deep thoughts about the inner workings of things. Clocks. The epileptic brain. The soul. The imagery is sometimes odd, even surreal. Who looks at trees at sunset and sees giant brains with arterial limbs? Not a pleasant mental image, but, nonetheless, strangely apt.
Tinkers is, at times, disturbing, but, also, richly nourishing. It is sad, amusing, and thought-provoking. I’m pretty sure I’m going to read it again during the winter, just to see and experience it in its natural setting.
Thinking about it, reading over what I’ve just written, I guess I liked this book. Maybe more than I now realize.
Rating: 4.75 out of 5 stars