Oliver Sacks ist heute an den Folgen seiner Leberkrebserkrankung im Alter von 82 Jahren gestorben. Aus dem Nachruf von Michiko Kakutani bei der NYTimes:
Dr. Sacks, who died on Sunday at 82, was a polymath and an ardent humanist, and whether he was writing about his patients, or his love of chemistry or the power of music, he leapfrogged among disciplines, shedding light on the strange and wonderful interconnectedness of life — the connections between science and art, physiology and psychology, the beauty and economy of the natural world and the magic of the human imagination.
In his writings, as he once said of his mentor, the great Soviet neuropsychologist and author A. R. Luria, “science became poetry.”
Der letzte Absatz aus seinem letzten Artikel: Sabbath.
And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.
Rest in Peace, Oli. Sad Day.
Hier alle seine Bücher auf Amazon und eine kleine YT-Playlist mit Oliver Sacks über Halluzinationen, Brain-Hacks, Musik und Augen: