This is a quick and engaging read, well written and well researched, and arguably an important piece of American history...but...
I feel like I just finished the archetypal Gilded Age industrialist biography. Thomas J. Watson, Sr., born in 1874 and reborn when he left NCR under an antitrust cloud, spanned literally the period from horse-and-buggy salesmen to the electronic age and television. He (and his son) built IBM through a combination of charisma and caring for his people (the "IBM family"), single-minded obsession, mistreatment of people, and sacrifice of family for work (hmm, that hits uncomfortably close to home as I'm taking a break from work late on a Saturday night to type this). He bet the company multiple times and won, through a combination of vision and luck: he bet he could keep sales up enough during the Depression to keep from losing industrial capacity; he bet he could ride out the post-WWII recession; he bet on the card tabulating business; he let Junior bet on electronics. He won them all, and so IBM is perhaps the single most important industrial force of the 20th century, alongside Ford and Ma Bell (curiously, the former gets several mentions in this book, but not the latter).
So...yawn. Cishet male WASP Gilded Age industrialist wins at the game of business, if not always at the game of life. I should be the target audience, and as I said I think the book is good, I just can't get beyond his role as archetype. I was considering making this one of a series of reads on the great industrialists -- Rockefeller, Carnegie, Vanderbilt, Fleming, Huntington, Stanford. But I suppose if you've read one, you've read 'em all.