With an overwhelming openness Oliver Sacks wrote recently about dying. The death was “no longer an abstract concept,” he wrote in the “New York Times”, but “a present – a too close, not too negative presence”.
Earlier this year, learned that his liver was attacked by metastases, nine years after they had removed him a tumor on the eye of the neuroscientist. Today Sacks died at the age of 82 years in New York, as the “New York Times”, citing Kate Edgar, Sacks’ longtime personal assistant, reported.
In the 1970s, Sacks began, popular science books to write about people who have fallen by an illness from the grid of the healthy subjects. “I write about life stories,” he once explained. “. Stories of how you live with these diseases”
It was not until this year his autobiography “On the Move” is published – until then, was rather little is known about the perhaps best known neurologist in the world. Sacks was in a touching way insight into his long, professional success and private often lonely life.
When he pleaded for example, as a young man in England of the 50s in the family home to his being gay, he must be of his own listen mother that he “an abomination” was: “I wish you’d never been born.”
He soon left home and England to search in Canada and finally in the United States his luck. He lived there until his death.
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