The New York Times has a magnificent profile of British neurosurgeon Henry Marsh that figures out how to be a rash however altruistic take a gander at the doctor now acclaimed for his collection of memoirs Do No Harm.
It takes after Marsh as he works with associates in Albania and describes both his work and individual style. It is composed by the Norwegian author Karl Ove Knausgård and peruses like downbeat gonzo news-casting that hits some flawless notes along the way.
Could Marsh, this splendid neurosurgeon, be disturbed by a steady need to point out himself? Weren’t his uncommon qualities, so clear to everybody around him, altered safely in his own picture of himself?
I considered what he said the prior night, about keeping the wolf from the entryway. I had thought he implied something enormous. In any case, maybe, despite what might be expected, it was something little?
I took a gander at him, there toward the end of the table, situated at the spot of honor, his solid fingers distractedly holding the stem of his wineglass as he talked, the round displays in his round, lined face, the energetic eyes, which, when he quit talking, turned distressed.
I would likewise prescribe a meeting with Marsh in the current week’s version of BBC Hardtalk where he extends past his perspectives on cerebrum surgery to talk about medicinal services as a rule. Definitely justified even despite a tune in.
Link to NYT article ‘The Terrible Beauty of Brain Surgery’Link to stream / podcast of BBC interview.