When we were high school juniors, my friend Jack surprised me by choosing to do a fruit fly experiment for his Westinghouse Science Talent Search entry. In those days his choice sounded weird and, well, sort of nitpicking. In the ensuing years, in which Jack became a radiologist and most of us were intent on improving or eschewing Vietnam, a dedicated band of "drosophilists," whose oddities are lovingly limned in this charming account, began the discovery of no less than the genetics of behavior. Chief among them, and apparently oddest by far, is Seymour Benzer, who daily eats food one would expect only at The Explorers Club, whose nocturnal habits convince him he is a clock gene mutant, and who is perpetually cold.