by G. Wayne Miller ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 1, 1993
An engrossing profile of Hardy Hendren, chief of surgery at Boston's Children's Hospital, whose skills are devoted to undoing ``nature's worst mistakes.'' Miller, a staff writer for Rhode Island's Providence Journal-Bulletin, entwines a second tale with Hendren's—that of a family (the ``Moores'') whose daughter Lucy is born in late l989 with gross deformities affecting many of her internal organs. The two stories come together in the OR at Children's Hospital, where Hendren spends over 16 hours undoing the anatomic confusion of 14-month-old Lucy's body. Miller heightens the suspense of this scene, which spans most of the book, by repeatedly stepping away to describe Hendren's life—his childhood, schooling, military service, marriage, family, relations with colleagues, even his strong opinions on malpractice lawyers (``scurrilous, unprincipled bastards''), the ACLU (``weirdos and creeps''), and the high crime-rate (he favors public executions). Nicknamed ``Hardly Human'' for his bedside manner or perhaps his prodigious memory, or, even more likely, for his OR stamina, Hendren at 64 is a surgeon at the peak of his career, highly confident and highly competent. Although concentrating on Hendren as a tough M.D., Miller also shows him as a devoted husband, a father helpless to cure his own daughter's diabetes, and a proud grandfather. Occasionally, Miller overdetails Hendren's biographical background and includes material that seems to belong in some other book (the story of one Max Warburg's leukemia is unrelated to either Hendren or the Moores). Miller is at his riveting best when describing surgery and the atmosphere of the OR. A well-researched, well-told tale of surgical expertise transforming bodies and lives. (Sixteen pages of b&w photographs- -not seen.)
Pub Date: Feb. 1, 1993
ISBN: 0-679-40264-0
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1992
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by Elie Wiesel & translated by Marion Wiesel ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 16, 2006
The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...
Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
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by Jack Weatherford ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 2, 2004
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.
“The Mongols swept across the globe as conquerors,” writes the appreciative pop anthropologist-historian Weatherford (The History of Money, 1997, etc.), “but also as civilization’s unrivaled cultural carriers.”
No business-secrets fluffery here, though Weatherford does credit Genghis Khan and company for seeking “not merely to conquer the world but to impose a global order based on free trade, a single international law, and a universal alphabet with which to write all the languages of the world.” Not that the world was necessarily appreciative: the Mongols were renowned for, well, intemperance in war and peace, even if Weatherford does go rather lightly on the atrocities-and-butchery front. Instead, he accentuates the positive changes the Mongols, led by a visionary Genghis Khan, brought to the vast territories they conquered, if ever so briefly: the use of carpets, noodles, tea, playing cards, lemons, carrots, fabrics, and even a few words, including the cheer hurray. (Oh, yes, and flame throwers, too.) Why, then, has history remembered Genghis and his comrades so ungenerously? Whereas Geoffrey Chaucer considered him “so excellent a lord in all things,” Genghis is a byword for all that is savage and terrible; the word “Mongol” figures, thanks to the pseudoscientific racism of the 19th century, as the root of “mongoloid,” a condition attributed to genetic throwbacks to seed sown by Mongol invaders during their decades of ravaging Europe. (Bad science, that, but Dr. Down’s son himself argued that imbeciles “derived from an earlier form of the Mongol stock and should be considered more ‘pre-human, rather than human.’ ”) Weatherford’s lively analysis restores the Mongols’ reputation, and it takes some wonderful learned detours—into, for instance, the history of the so-called Secret History of the Mongols, which the Nazis raced to translate in the hope that it would help them conquer Russia, as only the Mongols had succeeded in doing.
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.Pub Date: March 2, 2004
ISBN: 0-609-61062-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2003
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