Erich Segal - Doctors

With a single exception they were all white. And with five exceptions, all male.

Doctors follows the Harvard Medical School's Class of 1962 through the hell of medical school, fatigue of the internship and residency, and battles as doctors once they've chosen their speciality. Not only does it focus on the professional demands of medicine, but also on the life and loves of the graduates.

It seems as though the book spans multiple eras, from the Spanish Civil War, to World War II, to Vietnam; from a time when women, Jews and blacks were discriminated against, to Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream speech; from the time when doctors worried more about the legal consequences of their actions before helping a dying patient to - well, some things never change.

The central characters of the book are the two best friends from Brooklyn: Laura and Barney. Both follow their dreams of becoming doctors for different reasons: for Laura, it's survivor's guilt; for Barney, it's having a father figure in Laura's father, as his own father was away at war for most of his childhood. The first chunk of the book revolves around the two families, before the curtains open for the reader to be introduced to various other characters: Bennett Landsmann, a black aspiring surgeon whose parents are Holocaust survivors; Seth Lazarus, a brilliant student who hates watching patients suffer more than anything else; and Peter Wyman, an obnoxious intelligent doctor, whose ambition is to be simply the best. There are many more characters, but, I think those three were the most powerful.

In their years at Harvard, the class sees their fellow classmates attempt suicide (and in some cases, succeed), pop pills, or be addicted to some caffeine source or the other. They dissect their first cadaver, open up breathing dogs, and need to know the names of all the bacteria that exist on the teeth! Yet, taking a step back from medicine, there's the Malpractice Cup: a basketball game between the Law School and the Medical School; facing family problems like their mother turning into a lay sister and the father going to Cuba as Castro's got the right idea; falling in love and moving on.

When they move on to the real world, things get more complicated. Identity crises, relationships souring over the demands of their chosen profession, moral dilemmas over euthanasia take center-stage (and the courtroom), one of the doctors is unable to continue in his stream due to no fault of his, but through it all, their friendships stay tight: Barney and Laura; Barney and Bennett; Laura and Grete. And when push comes to shove, the most unlikely of the classmates comes through as well.

The ordinary person worships doctors as if they're gods; if not gods, at least super-humans. However, this book is an insight into how flawed doctors are as people (almost each of them was talking to a shrink by the end of the book), and the kind of things that drive them, and the kind of things that break them. It's funny in bits, heartbreaking in others and Erich Segal does a wonderful job of bringing the emotions and characters to life, such that you feel like you've known them (and liked them... or disliked them) forever.

Disbelief

While reading the news this morning, I read that Erich Segal had recently passed on. Now, I read the same, about JD Salinger. Frankly speaking, I'm shocked beyond belief. Yes, I know Salinger was 91, and Segal was over 70, but I'm finding it difficult to come to terms with this - both authors shaped much of my teenage reading. In fact, the first romantic book I actually liked was Segal's Only Love (incidentally, my first Segal). Soonafter, I read Love Story, Prizes, The Class, Oliver's Story, Man Woman And Child, and loved them all. Must've been fourteen when I read them all, and I sought Love Story time and again, simply for it's beautiful simple writing. The opening line will stay with me forever : What can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died? And of course, there's the cheesy Love means never having to say you're sorry.

And then there's JD Salinger... I don't even know where to start. Barring 2009, I've read Catcher In The Rye at least once a year. I read it for the first time when I was fourteen (again), and fell in love with Holden Caulfield. He reminded me of myself, which some people say is worrying. I didn't find it that worrying. In fact, I found it endearing - a fictional character who is that much of an idealist, mocks pretentiousness (phoniness), is over-protective about his younger sister, and loves digressions. In fact, for the longest time, Catcher was my comfort read - whenever upset or depressed, I'd pick it up and just flip through the pages. It always cheered me up. After that experience, I was scared to pick up another Salinger, lest it disappointed. I'm still scared...

And now, ten years later, I just think it's a sad day for literature. I know I haven't read a Segal in forever, but, I can't forget the days of reading his works again, and again. Words really can't capture how much both authors mean to me, and just how shell-shocked I am at the moment.

I'm going to dig out my copy of Catcher in the Rye tonight. As well as the only Segal I have here : Doctors. And read both, and lose myself in the beautiful world that existed when I was fourteen... at least I knew it, I loved it, and I remember it affectionately.

RIP Mr. Segal. RIP Mr. Salinger. And my thoughts do go out to your families and friends. And, I can't thank you enough for everything you've given me.