Captivating read, a rare glimpse. It's based on a personal diary, but sounds off more like an elegy. It's truly remarkable how Dr. Sacks could remain so actively writing in his final months, maintaining emotional discipline and his genius in face of impending fate.
At the same time the text left a feeling of solitude, not the loneliness kind, but the one devoid of distractions, very much determined and concentrated. Perhaps this is unfair to those last 6 or so years which were marked with his opening up to love and new relationship, and which surely had a great share of joy to them.
The thing I like about Oliver Sacks wasn't just his academic achievements - it was how strong he got [1]. A 600lb squat is pretty immense. He truly was a renaissance man.
Maybe. They definitely pushed their bodies to extremes. But then a lot of people half destroy their bodies by sitting on a sofa eating Haribo. At least they generated some useful adaptations and learnt something from inflicting voluntary hardship on themselves.
His autobiography "On the Move" is deeply personal and humbling. The guy was a neurologist, bodybuilder, crazy motorcyclist, marathon swimmer and a top-notch human being all rolled into one.
I miss Oliver Sacks. It is enjoyable to hear episodes of Radiolab and hear him describe his current passion, or read his candid descriptions of his illness.
I have such respect for him because his unusualness was wrapped in a lack of pretension. Wouldn't we all do better by trying to emulate his focus on learning and his lack of regard for status and fame?
My birthday is the 28th of August. I find it very interesting that, in 2012, when I was celebrating my birthday, Oliver Sacks, Bill Hayes and Bjork were having dinner at her home in Iceland.
My take-away from Oliver Sacks memoir is the value of a historically grounded science. Sacks got a lot of grief for reading the primary sources of naturalists writing in the 19th century, but it helped him develop a phenomenal facility for science communication and exposed him to useful ideas that had lapsed in popularity.
Sacks' book about his broken leg is a huge insight into the loss of identity in illness. I think many of us consider him one of the authors we'd have invited to tea, because we like him as he is (and the tea with Bjork only confirmed that to me). Other tea party guests are usually interesting but jerks, Elvis with Hitler type mashups, but Sacks, you wanted him there as a genuinely interesting but also compassionate person.
At the same time the text left a feeling of solitude, not the loneliness kind, but the one devoid of distractions, very much determined and concentrated. Perhaps this is unfair to those last 6 or so years which were marked with his opening up to love and new relationship, and which surely had a great share of joy to them.
Thank you for sharing your genius, Dr. Sacks.