Another FSJ review
Over the past two decades, a number of leaden, heavily footnoted books have been written about the real Steve Jobs, chronicling the rise, fall and resurrection of this mock-turtleneck-clad figure. These unfortunate authors got little, if any, cooperation from Jobs himself and produced such bland, fuddy-duddy books they might as well have spared themselves the trouble.
Unfettered by facts, Lyons inspires our prurient, page-turning fascination with a thoroughly unlikable narrator whose antics are at once unbelievable and vaguely plausible. The real Steve Jobs is a complicated, volatile narcissist, and so is his fictional doppelgänger. Fake Steve tells us he started Apple “in my garage, by myself, or actually with this other guy but he’s out of the picture now, so who cares.”