Biotech


Genentech: The Beginnings of Biotech (Synthesis)
The Billion Dollar Molecule: One Company's Quest for the Perfect Drug
For Blood and Money: Billionaires, Biotech, and the Quest for a Blockbuster Drug
Science Lessons: What the Business of Biotech Taught Me About Management
The Code Breaker: Jennifer Doudna, Gene Editing, and the Future of the Human Race
The Antidote: Inside the World of New Pharma
Regenesis: How Synthetic Biology Will Reinvent Nature and Ourselves
The Gene: An Intimate History
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup
The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer
The Great American Drug Deal: A New Prescription for Innovative and Affordable Medicines
Biotechnology
Genome: The Autobiography of a Species in 23 Chapters
Drug Hunters: The Improbable Quest to Discover New Medicines
The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha MukherjeeThe Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca SklootA Crack in Creation by Jennifer A. DoudnaThe Alchemy of Air by Thomas HagerThe Billion Dollar Molecule by Barry Werth
Biotech History
59 books — 8 voters
Brave New World by Aldous HuxleyNever Let Me Go by Kazuo IshiguroThe Third Twin by Ken FollettJurassic Park by Michael CrichtonThe Boys from Brazil by Ira Levin
Clones etc.
87 books — 54 voters

Change Agent by Daniel SuarezNexus by Ramez NaamAutonomous by Annalee Newitz
Best Fictional Biotech
3 books — 1 voter

Geoffrey Robert
I remember standing in the bush above this unbelievably wild river, and thinking this is as good as it gets. Exquisite birdsong, jagged peaks of the Alps beckoning like the spires of mystical cathedrals, the smell of moisture in the beech forest like an elixir. Nature in its raw, unpredictable state – at an entirely different end of the spectrum from the confines of a test tube or comfort of a biotech lab.
Geoffrey Robert

Jeff Vandermeer
There were five of them, and four had traded their eyes for green-gold wasps that curled into their sockets and compounded their vision. Claws graced their hands like sharp commas. Scales at their throats burned red when they breathed. One wing sighed bellows-like out of the naked back of the shortest, the one who still had slate-gray human eyes. After a while, I'd wished he had wasps instead. ...more
Jeff VanderMeer, Borne

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