His hygiene is also as dubious as that of the real Jobs.
"He didn't believe in deodorant and often professed that with a proper diet and the peppermint castile soap,
you would neither perspire nor smell."
But the novel is lyrical and intricate on many levels, and by the end there is a fuller picture of a man
who loses control of the great company he had founded and learns to appreciate the daughter he had abandoned.
The final scene is of him dancing with his daughter. Jobs later said that he never read the novel.
"I heard it was about me," he told me, "and if it was about me,
I would have gotten really pissed off, and I didn't want to get pissed at my sister, so I didn't read it."
However, he told the New York Times a few months after the book appeared that he had read it
and saw the reflections of himself in the main character.
"About 25% of it is totally me, right down to the mannerisms," he told the reporter, Steve Lohr.
"And I'm certainly not telling you which 25%."
His wife said that, in fact, Jobs glanced at the book and asked her to read it for him to see what he should make of it.