“…I don’t want Marsh anywhere near my brain.”


Ken Whyte’s Substack today is about the evolution of the memoir writer over time – how a series written over the span of several years or decades reveals as much about the person writing as it does about the subject — and even more when the subject is the writer.

He uses the three books by Henry Marsh as his example. I read and loved Do No Harm, and I didn’t know there were followups. I guess I’ll track them down.

I won’t spoil any of it, it’s a great piece, but here’s the core of it:

This is the charm of memoir, and its difficulty–it’s high susceptibility to the moment, exigencies, mood. Each of Marsh’s three books is a genuine reflection of him during the writing. Volume one teases out human frailty from behind the masks of god-like neurosurgeons. By volume three, the mask is gone and the retired surgeon is as frightened, confused, and emotionally unhinged as the rest of us.

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