In 1995, Jean-Dominique Bauby suffered a stroke to the brainstem. This left him with locked-in syndrome. Basically, all his mental faculties were functioning but his body was not. He had a functioning left eye and, with physical therapy, eventually could shake his head a bit and move his tongue eno...
It wasn't what I expected but it was pretty enjoyable. It reads more like a short memoir than an adventure story. The story is amazing he wrote the whole thing by blinking his eyes while the rest of him was paralyzed. It's only 130 pages but it's a lot to digest. It gives amazing insight to some...
Même si le fait d'écrire un livre dans cet état relève du défi, je n'ai pas trouvé personnellement énormément d'intérêt au livre, si ce n'est une enfilade de moments sans vraiment de liens ou d'évolution. Bien sûr la condition interpelle, certains moments sont touchants, mais ce n'est pas exactement...
Endlich hab ich dieses Buch mal aus meinem SuB geklaubt.Beeindruckend selbstironisch beschreibt Bauby seinen "Alltag". Schon allein die Vorstellung, wie er dieses Buch "diktiert" hat, verursacht Beklemmungen bei mir.
Aunque ciertamente el libro sería mucho menos poderoso si no se considerada el método con el cuál fue escrito y la historia del autor, eso no significa que perdería todo su mérito si así fuera. El narrador no es particularmente agradable y por momentos es terriblemente chocante. Quizá lo realmente...
The first time I heard about Locked-In Syndrome was on that episode of House. I almost didn't believe it was a real condition at first, it seemed so horrific. Being trapped in your own body like that, with a mind as sharp as ever but unable to control your body or communicate? It's the stuff of nigh...
I took one look at the description and was expecting something insightful, inspirational, profound, poignant or at LEAST "wistful, mischievous, angry, and witty," as the description says. It was none of them. Not even angry--that would have been cool. The one thing it had going for it was that it wa...
I've spent the last several days digging around in 15-year-old memories trying to recall anything I can about Dec. 8, 1995. It was my 22nd birthday. Did I have a party? Did I go out with friends, or to dinner with family? I was in my last year of college. Did I have a final exam? I always had finals...
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