I'd just like to know ... why is
Oliver Sacks chasing me?
The famous neurologist penned Awakenings in 1973, rereleased in 1990. I have the book; I bought it after I was touched by the
movie of the same name, but it is pretty dense prose and I've glanced through but never read it.
Then nothing. As is the same with many thing in my life, I am inspired and then I drop it for whatever reason; curse my predilections and eternal lily-pad hopping.
He turned up again a few days ago when I stumbled across
an article in the New Yorker, led there rather off-handedly by another person I read here on LJ. I've read a lot of fascinating articles in this magazine, and this was no different (even though as of this writing, I have yet to finish the article). This one is about the ability of music to heal the brain, both of which are profoundly interesting subjects to me.
"How interesting," I thought. "I've always liked him."
Then today I got the October issue of Wired
magazine, to which I've been a subscriber for ... a long time. Really fascinating stuff in there. I open it up, and who's on the first page I look at?
Oliver Sacks.
The piece in Wired was a short interview with Sacks about, you guessed it, the healing power of music. (and it points to Sacks' iPod playlist, which isn't on the Web yet ... curse you, Wired!)
I can't help thinking that this means something. I can't figure out what, though. I think I need to wait for the third time for him to turn up. Then it might really mean something.
Somehow it gives me hope.