The story from one of the main protagonists lips of how DNA structure was really discovered. If you imagine scientific discovery to be a tale of egghead boffins selflessly labouring away in pristine lab coats in Ivory Towers, then you will be disappointed. Watson shows the cutthroat world of backbiting, one- upmanship, and over- inflated egos, standing on each other's faces to get to the research & development cash. Watson was 24 at the time, and more interested in girls or spending long afternoons chatting with fellow tennis toff Crick. Although Crick and Watson are credited with the discovery itself, we are led to conclude it was actually only a matter of time before others could piece together the jigsaw, and so the race was decidedly on. As the story reaches its climax, the pace quickens sufficiently to make you run to your molymodel for comfort. The account has been criticised as being overly sexist towards Rosalind Franklin, and dismissive of other researchers in the field such as Linus Pauling and Maurice Wilkins. This led to some later editions of the book which contain additional emollient sounding notes from co- workers and commentators in the appendices. If you ask me, the original, slightly unbalanced view only adds to the appeal of the book, as it shows the real and gritty side of science as opposed to fairytails of philanthropic devotion.