I was wrong: given its subject – broadly, death and disease – the book is unexpectedly fun, and the author pretty much irresistibly likable.
The daily proximity of life-and-death decisions makes them akin to war stories, but they lack the sweep of history, and there is the feeling that the work of one doctor, in contrast to that of war heroes, is much like that of any other.Īll of this is to say that I was prepared to be bored by the subject and irritated by the author. Not only that, but memoirs by medics can feel anticlimactic. They might be forgiven for the suspicion that such a book was conceived at a boozy party celebrating the sales of the previous two.
A reader faced with the third instalment of a famous neurosurgeon’s memoirs is entitled to a sinking feeling.
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