Essay on “A man who took his wife for a hat, and other stories of medical practice”
Decided to add a bit of monumentality in the review – funny happened. So.
A wonderful book written by not a writer, but a person who has a story he can tell. I do not know whether the book is of interest to non-specialists, I – yes, very. The book is not a purely scientific terms which would not have long heritage and non-specialists. The human sciences, such as medicine, has long stepped into the great distance, and soon did overstep all possible borders, but the main question, as always, remain a mystery. Whether microscopes strength is not enough, either because it is not seen, but who are we? what for? Then what? – all these questions open, and I seriously doubt that the future of 10 or even 20 generations will be able to answer them .. Sachs humanist. Though the position and does not, but he strives to capture a moment, to catch the thread that leads to an understanding of the difference between brain activity and heart. I’m not religious. Sachs too. But by the soul we mean the same thing. We understand her freedom of choice in the knowledge of the world and interact with it. This is not to buy electrical appliances fair. It does not describe any formula. It is inconceivable magnificence passion. Not emotions – biochemistry – namely passion, depth setting, the vector of life, a measure of truth and fact. Sachs even mentions his patient to have lost the ability to recognize emotions. Yet she lived, judged, had the goal of living in front of his inner eye.
All that we know about normal, we learned by examining deviations. This is the basis of the book. But then Sachs characterized by multi-layered back and offers us with the investigation of the question: is the norm – it is better for a person? And the girl-autistic received it in return for the brilliant artistic talent and turretik merged with his tics and allow barbs like a precise answer to this question. The answer is that we are hard to accept given the present-day scope of our morality. But morality is a machine, and people are composed of a thin tissue differences. On a completely different due to brain disease, and people wrote his book a wonderful nepisatel Oliver Sacks.
Such matters. Mast keV. It reads easily and clearly.