"2001: A Space Odyssey", by Arthur C. Clarke
This book is what I imagine Elon Musk dreams after reading the Martian, Superintelligence and Faust.
Clarke wrote it in 1968 in conjunction with the movie of the same name by Stanley Kubrick and he’s prescient of technological developments:
When he tired of official reports and memoranda and minutes, he would plug his foolscap-sized Newspad into the ship’s information circuit and scan the latest reports from Earth. One by one he would conjure up the world’s major electronic papers; he knew the codes of the more important ones by heart, and had no need to consult the list on the back of his pad.
The text was updated automatically on every hour; even if one read only the English versions, one could spend an entire lifetime doing nothing but absorbing the ever-changing flow of information from the news satellites.
There was another thought which a scanning of those tiny electronic headlines often invoked. The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
And I also like this line:
The truth, as always, will be far stranger.