ADDRESSING the world from the White House, Bill Clinton called it “the most important, most wondrous map ever produced by humankind”. Others reached for the clichés: book of life, code of codes. Now, nearly two years on, it appears that the human genome—or at least one of the two competing versions—is largely a map (or book, or code…) of just one middle-aged, balding male.
Yes, after much whispered speculation, Craig Venter, the scientist who led the private-sector effort that so controversially tried to beat the public team to the finishing line, has finally come clean. The genome…
