In a forthcoming volume of nearly 350 letters by Oliver Sacks, spanning 55 years from age 27 to 82, a more complicated picture of the beloved neurologist emerges.
Episodes or stories I’d certainly heard about or read about in his autobiography come startlingly, vividly to life in the letters, illuminated by Oliver’s irrepressible voice.
Oliver's humor is evident even in his mock quotation about himself while applying for a position, revealing the self-deprecation he often displayed alongside his intellect.
Despite his success, Oliver struggled to make friends and fit in during his early career, admitting to feelings of desperation in his correspondence.
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