I love all of Carl's books, but I still remember how much that one saddened, worried, and flat-out scared me. It's the only one I don't reread regularly.

And, of course, it was so damn prescient. It's like he looked forward two-plus decades straight into the gaping maw of today's volatile, toxic, antiscience world.

As Carl was always such a positive, joyous voice for science and the future of humanity, it's sad to me that he had lost so much hope for us as humans (at least, for the relative short term).

Not that he was wrong. Like I said, it's the only one of his books I don't regularly revisit. It's just too sad, and too accurate.