Calvin suggested I read this book because I was complaining about what a tough time I was having getting through "Crime and Punishment". It was the perfect "palette cleanser" of a book in between some heavy reads. It is light and quick and poetic. The book was authored by a man completely paralyzed who had learned to communicate by blinking his eye. He wrote the memoir with assistance by blinking each letter to form each word and sentence.
One of the strangest things about the copy of the book I have is that it is second hand and full of pencil notes in the margins. The notes are banal and inane. After a paragraph describing how torturous Sundays are to him in the hospital, she writes "Sun- no one comes to read him books." The scribbler writes down the most obvious insights. The scribbler also censored three words. The sentence "She bit nurses, seized male orderlies by their genitals" had the last three words furiously penciled out.
Loved the book.
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