Do No Harm
I disliked this book. It has a smugness born out of a total lack of self-awareness. The author happily flaunts his privileged (dropped out, flounced around, got into Oxford - of course) but bemoans the trendy new ways people get in to medicine.
He disparages forced empathy training - and yet seems bemused that he can't empathise with his patients. He can write lyrically about every facet of brain tumours - but lacks the emotional vocabulary to cope with his pits of despair.
He sees no irony in screaming at his subordinates yet being unable to cope with a dressing-down from his superiors.
The passages describing the mechanics of brain surgery are sublime. He writes about the brain with a tenderness and affection which stands in contrast with his writing about people and institutions.
An undoubtedly brilliant surgeon who has saved more lives than I ever will. He knows everything about the brain - but almost nothing about the mind.
A thoroughly irritating book.