For a growing number of artists whose work falls under the umbrella of graphic medicine—and the readers who make up their audiences—words and drawings in short- or long -form works, the genre provides an effective platform for not only exploring these questions, but for understanding and education, advocacy and activism. In publications that include single frame cartoons, self-published zines or “floppies” (comic-book-style publications) as graphic memoirs and novels, the message is often both less and more complex than text alone. In a single cartoon frame portraying, for example, the relaying of a prognosis, the expression on the face of a patient, the body language of a physician, and even the choice of lettering in the thought or speech bubbles that accompany the drawing, can create an emotional impact that resonates deeply and immediately. (For some graphic medicine cartoonists, what’s left unsaid appears to be just as important as the language they include.)

Those newer to the art form, may find the Graphic Medicine Manifesto (Pennsylvania State University of Press, 2015 and 2025) a fine place to start. Authored by a group of six creators* made up of clinicians and caregivers as well as those working in the medical humanities, the volume serves as a kind of bible for the community. Co-author Ian Williams, a physician and graphic novelist, coined the term graphic medicine to describe comics and graphic novels with medical content. The field is variously described by other members of the informal collective behind the manifesto as including, but not limited to, “the intersection of the medium of comics and the discourse of healthcare”, a “movement for change that challenges the dominant methods of scholarship in health care offering a more inclusive perspective [on medicine and caregiving]” and comics that “give voice to those who are not often heard”. While a significant segment of the work produced focuses on the physical and emotional aspects of illness, medicine, and caregiving, graphic medicine also serves as a means of demystifying disease and injury, professional and lay education, and even patient advocacy.

Creators in the broader graphic medicine community frequently cite its reputation for friendliness and inclusivity; numbered among their ranks are clinicians, researchers, allied health professionals, educators, public health experts, patients, medical illustrators, and others.

A quick survey of the virtual or actual graphic medicine bookshelves reveals the seemingly inexhaustible array of subject matter, with entire sub-genres devoted to specific diseases and conditions. For those on either side of the healthcare divide – providers and patients—these documents can create a bridge to understanding.

Drawing styles employed in graphic medicine are as various as in other art forms. Political cartoonist Peter Dunlap-Scholl, for example, uses a “jangly” drawing style in My Degeneration, which depicts life with Parkinson’s and the effect the illness has had on the way he makes art. Moka Onmae’s graphic novel, Good Morning, Good Night, and See you Tomorrow, based in part on her experience as a cancer patient, adheres to many of the conventions of manga (Japanese comic books and graphic novels with distinctive visual characteristics) to great effect.

Complementing the vast body of patient narratives is an abundance of graphic medicine content that focuses on medical education and clinical practice, including memoirs specific to illnesses that were once thought to be untreatable and diagnoses/conditions that have recently emerged or been identified. Graphic medicine pioneer, MK Czerwiec’s Taking Turns, for example, describes her experience as a nurse in a Chicago hospital caring for patients on an AIDs unit, and includes oral accounts from patients, family members, and staff. The book serves as a historic document as well as a memoir. Palliative care physician Nathan A. Gray’s forthcoming graphic memoir, The Human Remains: Drawing Out Compassion in Medicine, addresses the author’s efforts to maintain his humanity through residency in a system that doesn’t always allow the time and space to do so, and his continued striving while working with patients approaching the end of life.

Use of graphic medicine in the medical school setting has also grown in recent years. Penn State physician and bioethicist Michael J. Green, was among the first group of educators to teach graphic medicine; in his case, introducing the curricula to fourth year medical students in 2009. Writing on this topic in the Graphic Medicine Manifesto, Green elaborated, “[Comics] can tell compelling stories about illness and demonstrate the complexity of medical culture. Reading comics can help students think critically about the environment in which they learn and work, and making their own comics can help students communicate more clearly and precisely.” Moreover, Green wrote, “Being challenged to tell a story by drawing pictures can be an uncomfortable and often daunting exercise…. a reminder that they (and doctors in general) seldom have all the answers or skills to solve every formidable problem that comes before them.”

The relatively recent explosion of graphic medicine comics, zines, novels and memoirs, notwithstanding, it’s worth noting that there’s also a much earlier tradition of cartooning that centered on illness, the medical profession and the public. British caricaturist James Gillray’s The Cow-Pock—or—the Wonderful Effects of the New Inoculation (1802) memorably depicts the wildly imagined consequences of inoculation against smallpox among contemporary anti-vaxxers. William Hogarth (1697-1764), who famously skewered politicians, the upwardly mobile, and the morally dissolute, did not spare physicians his merciless critique in his engravings. In A Consultation of Physicians, or The Company of Undertakers, the artist depicts a gathering of doctors led by three notorious “quacks”, including John Taylor, the “oculist” said to have performed botched eye surgeries on Handel and JS Bach. More on Hogarth and his role as a member of the board of governors and muralist at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital in London, can be found on www.drawing-blood.org, a website associated the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library & Museum at Ohio. Those wishing to go even farther down the rabbit hole on the history of medical cartoons, may be fascinated by Professor Jared Gardner’s piece on the Gumps (a long-running comic strip from 1917 to 1959) in which family members contend with the threat of the Spanish flu epidemic.

State of the Art

Among those graphic medicine creators approaching the complexity of the human body, disease, and delivery of care from a distinctive perspective, are Kriota Willberg and Gianna Paniagua. Willberg, who has worked as a dancer, massage therapist, and anatomical illustrator, and holds certificates in bioethics, medical humanities, and gerontology, is the creator of numerous pieces including the Cadaver Diaries, in which she documents her experience as a student and later as a co-teacher of a drawing class for medical students in a cadaver lab. The booklet not only offers a nuanced description of this work, but also explores how Willberg grew to view bodies in other contexts, as when she sat at her father’s bedside at the end of his life, her understanding of anatomy and physiology making his death more real. “Learning …from textbooks and models taught me perfect anatomy. Dissection taught me how a body’s anatomy can vary and survive illness,” she notes in Cadaver Diaries.

Currently a part-time adjunct professor at Parsons School of Design and an instructor for Art and Anatomy at NYU Langone, Willberg’s time as the Artist in Residence at the New York Academy of Medicine led to the creation of her comic, Silver Wire. Placing herself in the story as a character, a technique that allows her to represent the naïve and curious layperson, Willberg gets a hands-on lesson on ligatures and suturing techniques (her use of fruit as “patients” makes for some intentionally humorous moments) from her friend Mollie, a palliative care physician. Throughout this section, Willberg draws the parallel to stitching techniques used for centuries by needleworkers.

The narrative then advances to a discussion of medical knowledge acquired via unethical and sometimes deeply disturbing practices over the centuries, including experiments on servants, enslaved people, and prisoners by Galen, Paré, and Bell. Willberg’s focus on J. Marion Sims and his experimentation on enslaved women—which included surgeries performed without anesthesia—in his work on vesico-vaginal fistula, serves to illustrate how the surgical techniques and advances that benefit so many women grew out of this history. The title of the comic refers to the silver wire Sims used during surgery to reduce infection. “Because Sims findings were shared internationally, individuals of all genders in countries where there was no legacy of slavery benefited,” Willberg notes. “In fact, he probably saved the lives of some of my ancestors. I think it’s important to share this information.”

Gianna Paniagua, an artist who has been both a painter and a papercutting sculptor, and is a two-time heart transplant recipient, is making another unique contribution as a graphic medicine cartoonist and patient advocate. In both mini-comics and several pieces published in Bonus Days, a magazine by and for transplant patients, among other publications, Paniagua has documented her complicated history. After receiving an initial transplant at 14 months of age due to hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, she then required another as a young adult to address transplant coronary artery disease that developed after a period of non-compliance with her treatment.

Finding an institution that would approve her for a second surgery proved challenging, and it took a great deal of perseverance to find the team at Vanderbilt University where her second transplant surgery was performed. Even with the highly supportive team in place, Paniagua says, “I thought I would die in the surgery, because it was very high risk. I was trained for years not to expect something good to happen [and] I was trying to find something where I could quickly leave a legacy and tell a story others could learn from.” Although she had focused on oil painting as an art major at the University of Pittsburgh, it was important to avoid exposure to toxins in the medium. Paper cutting was also too strenuous at the time. Graphic medicine turned out to be the natural fit for someone who had spent much of her childhood drawing. Her comic about life after surgery and the expectations of others regarding her health are powerfully shown in “Are We Ever Really Recovered?” published in Literature and Medicine in 2023.

With her second heart surgery now five years behind her, Paniagua is still immersed in the transplant world, not only as an artist, but as a patient coping with chronic pain and the demands of remaining vigilant against rejection. Her work as an advocate for other young adult heart transplant patients also takes center stage. “Dealing with the side effects of immunosuppressive drug regimens and noncompliance remain major concerns [for this population]”, Paniagua says. She also notes the importance of adequately educating female transplant recipients about issues specifically related to gender, including the impact of their condition on childbearing.

“I think there are creative solutions for this. It’s important to hear true stories about other transplant patients. It’s a way of feeling less isolated. Graphic medicine breaks barriers of education and language,” Paniagua adds. “If you see an image, it can cling to you. There’s a magic in it.”

Her commitment to helping clinicians communicate clearly and empathetically to those in their care is another driving force behind her comics. When possible, she attends conferences and participates on panel discussions on graphic medicine as well as on care for young heart transplant patients.

Paniagua also acknowledges the role of graphic medicine comics in helping her process a lifetime spent in the medical world. While enrolled at Columbia University in the Narrative Medicine program, Paniagua conceived of a capstone project depicting a heart transplant surgery for a Medical Education comic that would benefit other young transplant patients. Already in the process of founding a support group for this population, she had maintained a connection to her own transplant team and with strict adherence to HIPAA guidelines she was granted permission to be present during a transplant surgery. Although one of her advisors had expressed some reservations, thinking that Paniagua might be unsettled by the experience, she was amazed and inspired and plans to co-create more work in the future with other transplant recipients. She is also deeply gratified to know that the patient whose surgery she observed is doing well.

Owing in great part to the efforts of Graphic Medicine International Collective (www.graphicmedicine.org), comic artists like Willberg and Paniagua, among numerous others, continue to receive exposure and opportunities to network with their peers in cities around the world, both through the organization’s conferences and on their website. The widely attended Comic-Con in California has also hosted programs in graphic medicine, bringing awareness to mainstream comics audiences, while smaller conferences hosted by universities and professional societies are proliferating.

As many in the graphic medicine community will acknowledge, there is still resistance to the value of the genre in some quarters. But this, too, appears to be changing, as demonstrated by the online exhibition maintained by the National Library of Medicine: Graphic Medicine: Ill-Conceived and Well Drawn! With the imprimatur of the National Institutes of Health lending support for graphic medicine – and a growing number of published titles by physicians and other healthcare professionals receiving glowing reviews, there’s surely more widespread acceptance to come.

Selected Notes and Resources
The book alluded to in the beginning of this article is Memento Mori by Tiitu Takalo, which chronicles the artist’s recovery from a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, its effect on her life as an artist and on her personal relationships. In her introduction she also notes that citizens in her home country of Finland are spared the added burden of medical debt as they recover from a serious medical event.

The Graphic Medicine Manifesto was authored by M.K. Czerwiec, Ian Williams, Susan Merrill Squier, Michael J. Green, Kimberly R. Myers, and Scott T Smith

More of Kriota Willberg’s work can be viewed at http://kriotawelt.blogspot.com and on Instagram at @kriotawillberg. Her full-length memoir, Over My Dead Body, will be published in 2027 by Fantagraphics.

Gianna Paniagua’s website, https://giannapaniagua.squarespace.com, showcases her work in various media. She is on Instagram as @tragicdarling.

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AIDS in the Comics: The Graphic Memoir Taking Turns with MK Czerwiec

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A nurse’s graphic memoir reveals the human stories, suffering, and compassion behind the AIDS crisis.

DAVID HSU: Tell me a little bit about this half-marathon business. What’s going on with that?

TONY MIKSANEK: I’ve been running for a number of years, which I truly enjoy, and I’ve done ten full marathons, one ultra marathon, and God knows how many half-marathons. But as I get older, I’m leaning more toward the half-marathon as the longest distance I like running.

DH: So how did this one go? Was it good?

TM: Yeah. This one was in Florida. The weather was beautiful. There were about 20,000 people, and it was at Disney World. So you run through the Cinderella Castle, you’ve got all the characters high-fiving you on the course. It’s great. I think I originally got into running as a sort of release from medical practice, where you can be outside, mindful of your surroundings and your breathing and your foot striking the pavement. Since then, it’s become just short of an obsession. A good one, a good obsession. But I’ve often thought about the similarities between running and medicine. The greatest similarity is that both endeavors require a pair of comfortable shoes because you’re on your feet all day practicing medicine. There’s also a rhythm to running, which is a very individual, personalized thing. And, of course, there’s a rhythm to our practice. The flow of taking care of patients and our style in interacting with them. In running, you have to build up a core. We call it a core of mileage that your body gets acclimated to. In practice I think that core is sort of like developing trust in the physician-patient relationship. You have to work on that. You know that saying, “trust is hard to earn but easy to lose?”

DH: Let’s talk a little bit about medical humanities. You mentioned that running was something that you did to put your head in a different space from your regular work. I assume that medical humanities would also be something that gives you a diversion from your regular work. Is that accurate?

TM: Most of my career was spent as a small town, rural area, solo family practitioner in a former coal mining town with a population of right around 8,000 people. So medical humanities, for me, for most of my life, has always been an individual thing. I read and tried to be involved in whatever peripheral way I could with medical humanities. And I did and still do derive a lot of satisfaction, enjoyment and learning from reading great literature. We can debate what the adjective “great” means when it applies to literature, but I feel there’s so much to gain from literature. When a patient comes into our office, they usually want to tell us a story. Sometimes they’re reluctant, but usually they want to tell us a story. And my belief is that most people, to be healed, need to tell that story. But equally important is they need somebody who is invested in listening to that story, that confirms their importance. and the validity of their illness or what they’re going through. And I think literature is a really great tool to help us learn how to listen intently to patients, more fully understand their stories of life and illness, and to enhance our empathy.

So again, my entry into medical humanities is probably unlike most of the people on our MedHum group. It’s mostly been kind of a solo route for a long time. Currently I’m an associate editor and a book editor for the Journal of Medical Humanities. I don’t know how far back you go with your practice, but once upon a time, the American Family Physician Journal, the AFP, had a regular column called “Diary from a Week in Practice.” And there were four contributors. I was one of them. I guess I was the token rural small-town doctor, because there was somebody from an urban practice and somebody from an academic practice. I forget what the fourth one was. And so we would take turns writing a column that was basically a chronicle of a week of practice like “what were the highlights, what were the lowlights.” I think that was important for me, because at the time, that was probably my version of reflective writing, even though it was produced in a form that would be published. You know, being a doctor is tough, albeit a wonderful, often joyful, profession. Running gave me an opportunity, I think, to kind of put myself in a place where I can sustain joy and the dedication that was required, especially being a small-town doctor where your patients are your neighbors. You run into them at church or the grocery store. The land is the connecting fabric for a small-town doctor. I mean, your kids’ friends are almost always your patients. So it’s a very vivid, organic, dynamic relationship.

DH: How big was your practice? How many patients did you have?

TM: I practiced in our town for a little over 30 years, as a solo family physician, 24/7, unless it was time for vacation or a meeting. And then, you know, I had an agreement with a couple other physicians for coverage if we were gone, but it was a very full practice. The only thing I didn’t do as a family physician was OB.

I loved to make house calls. I used to make them in my Jeep Cherokee. And I’ll never forget the first house call I made. I brought my nurse with me because I was new to town, and I didn’t really know where the address was. And we pulled up in front of this very, very small, weathered house. And I remember as they opened the door to let us in, the floor was dirt. It was a dirt floor. And having been born and raised in Chicago and then later some of the suburbs, I was dumbfounded. That was really my experience — people that were really struggling to make a living. But the dirt floor was, I mean, it sounds like an oxymoron, but it was clean. And the home was well-kept. There were a lot of eye-opening experiences being in a small town.

DH: What’s the name of the town?

TM: Benton. Illinois. Wonderful town. Great people.

DH: How did you stumble across the humanities and arts connection to medicine? Was this something that you were aware of as a student or at some point as you started working you started to realize that novels had something to do with your job? How did you make that connection working solo?

TM: I’ve always been an avid reader, as I think most physicians are. And actually, I got a head start because our medical school, the medical school I attended and where I am now a volunteer faculty in the Department of Medical Humanities, was one of the first medical schools in the country to actually have an independent medical humanities department. So as a student, I was already interested in medical humanities. I guess as a prelude to that, as an undergraduate student at the University of Chicago, we had what they called a core curriculum when that was not a popular thing. Every student, no matter what your major was, had to have competence in basically all the major disciplines. So, if you were going to be a biochemistry major, you still had to take the History of Western Civilization, Art Appreciation, etc.

I’ve always been involved with literature. Once upon a time, JAMA and the New England Journal had book review sections, and I did book reviews for those two journals. The sad thing is, they haven’t had a book review section for a number of years now. There’s no interest, I presume? I don’t know. They just kind of vanished in the night. So, during my early years of clinical practice, I was writing reviews mostly for JAMA. They would send me all kinds of books, some of which were very peripherally connected with medicine. And so I think maybe when they had a book that looked interesting, they would say, “well, we’ll just send it to Tony.” Which was great. But that was in the days even before internet. I remember I would be sitting at my kitchen table with a typewriter typing these reviews to mail to JAMA or New England Journal. And it was kind of wild. But life was so much simpler then, too, on the other hand. Anyway, I would say that medical school, a love of literature, getting involved in book reviewing from early in my career was kind of the springboard for me, into medical humanities.

DH: Can you give us a few medical humanities book titles that we can spotlight for the audience?

TM: One book that I really was impressed by was Do No Harm. There’s an aphorism in medicine, “do no harm.” That’s the title. And it was written by a neurosurgeon in England by the name of Henry Marsh. It’s a beautiful book because like the very best memoirs, he presented his vulnerability as an individual and as a physician, a surgeon, so beautifully. You couldn’t help but be moved by his sincerity. In fact, he had a line, I’m paraphrasing it, but the line was something like, “I am a vessel for my patients to pour their misery into.” And you know, on the one hand you can say, “well, that sounds a little pontificating, a little arrogant,” but on the other hand, it’s like, “isn’t that part of the job description?” So that would be one: Do No Harm. Another by a physician author is Cutting for Stone.

DH: By Abraham Verghese.

TM: He’s out at Stanford and he’s written a lot. The Tennis Player, and others, but Cutting for Stone is one of these lengthy novels that you’re reading and you’re like, “this author’s all in.” He’s not saved any good stuff for another book. It’s just all there. So that’s another one I would recommend to people.

I’m also a very big fan of Richard Selzer because first of all, most are short stories or short essays you can read in a single sitting. I’ve met him a number of times and he admits that he lies, because these are not true stories necessarily, and they may have had their genesis in some kernel of truth. So there is a lot of exaggeration and hyperbole but there’s still something that he’s able to successfully impart to the reader about a doctor’s vulnerability. When I trained, we were told to suppress our emotions and have clinical detachment. You can’t survive if you get too involved with your patients. And of course there is truth to that. It can get to the point where you lose yourself in someone else’s situation and it’s not healthy for you or them. But I think we’re in a renaissance of saying, “Okay, maybe you can’t be too empathetic, but it’s okay to be vulnerable.” We’re not superheroes. I still struggle with that.

I had a lot of older folks in my practice who were huggers. Early on, I was always like taking a step backwards as they were lunging toward hugging me. But then my nurse, in her wisdom, said, “You know, they need to hug you.” That’s how they’re acknowledging your value to them and what you mean to them. I’ve done a lot of thinking about vulnerability and physicians. What is the optimum amount of being vulnerable? In the old days, if we had a very difficult situation, we would just go in our office, close the door, and have a cry. I mean, we would weep. We would never think of demonstrating our sorrow in front of a patient or something. And I think that comes from the training back then. But as you know, there’s no template for being a good physician. And it’s kind of a learning experience for all of us.

DH: It has something to do with how to be a good human being.

TM: Yes, exactly. And I think the whole point of medical humanities, as I alluded to earlier, is about that soul, that spirit of medicine, which is not just about how we practice medicine and interact with other people, but also with being self-aware of who we are, what we can offer, what our strengths and our weaknesses are, and trying to embrace both. Understanding that there are things we don’t do as well as we’d like, things we could do better. But again, it goes to that understanding of our vulnerability and accentuating our strengths and trying to minimize our weaknesses, while understanding that all human beings are some unequal combination of both.

DH: Switching gears a little, as a retired family physician, what’s your view of medicine today? Is it pessimistic? Is it optimistic? Do you think we’re moving in the right direction or are things worse than they were back when you were going through it?

TM: I think medicine is a completely different enterprise now than it used to be. I remember the joy of holding a paper chart and writing my notes with a pen on paper. I think my notes were adequate or good, but they had just the right amount of information that was necessary. There was nothing superfluous when you had to write your own note because you had a certain amount of time that you wanted to get the note done in. And I understand the utility of the electronic health record and its portability. But I think there’s something about looking a person in the eyes, giving them 100% attention, and even though back in the day I used to scribble down some notes so I wouldn’t forget certain things, 90% to 95% was just one-on-one. And then after the visit, I would write the note in the chart, or later I had the ability to dictate a note, which was great. So I think the electronic health record, on balance, has been a detriment to the practice of medicine.

Also, the amount of time you spend with a patient has become very restricted. For example, I was very cognizant of people waiting in the waiting room. Back at my peak, I was seeing 30 to 35 people a day in the office. In addition, I admitted and cared for all my patients requiring hospitalization. The local hospital that we have, 50 beds, still does not have a hospitalist. And so you had to make rounds. You took care of people in the ICU. You saw your patients in the ER. It was a full-service experience for patients and the physician. It was hard. There’s no question. But there was something very gratifying about being able to do all those things right and being a small-town doctor. People just called you at home. We had one rule in the house, and the rule was that as a family — we had three children — we would all have dinner together and that one hour was just for us. What happened with the kids during the day at school and their activities and how work for my wife went. And I just remember laughing and laughing, but we carved out that time. But otherwise, it was all hands on deck all the time. SoI think medicine is different. Whether it’s better or worse, I don’t know.

I really do feel sad that we’ve become such a technological profession. You hear students saying, “Well, what’s the point of trying to listen to a murmur? We’ll just get an echocardiogram.” Back in the day, you relied on your clinical acumen and you formulated your differential diagnosis. And then you thought, “well, what is the most likely diagnosis?” And then you would do testing to support that diagnosis or refute it and move on. And now I feel it’s like people immediately get tested.

We used to have to listen to people. You probably have the same experience. I think all medical students do. You have some wise professor that says 90%, 80%, 85% of the time, the patient will tell you exactly what’s wrong. You just have to listen to them. You may have to nudge them a little bit to give you more information. But now I don’t know that we’re giving people enough time to tell us what is really wrong with them before we kind of take the leap to do these tests. And I think, unfortunately, patients are getting so comfortable with the notion of getting tests that that is all they want. I’ve had patients that say, “Well, can we do a CAT scan? Can we do this or that?” Of course we can do it, but tests come with risks. False positives, incidentalomas, radiation exposure in some cases and so on. So on balance I’m going to say, although it was not Nirvana or Eden back in the day, and we had our own issues and problems, it seemed closer to the aim of healing.

DH: Well said. What would you like to see MedHum do in the coming months and years?

TM: I think what I would like to see is just MedHum continue on its trajectory and grow to become a go-to resource for people interested in medical humanities or just people that are curious about medicine in general. I would like to see the website continue to grow and become a valued resource where people, if they’re interested in the depiction of medicine in the humanities and in the culture of medicine, they can read articles, they can listen to podcasts. There’s a lot of interesting material on the website already. I think as we grow and expand and include more contributors, the possibilities are limitless for what it can become.

DH: That was great. I had a good time. We should do this again.

TM: Me too. We’ll look forward to talking again.

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Tuner follows Niki White (played by Leo Woodall), the apprentice of piano tuner Harry Horowitz (Dustin Hoffman), and a tragic genius. Once a gifted pianist, Niki developed hyperacusis—an increased sensitivity to sound that prevents him from playing the piano and requires him to wear hearing protection at all times. After Harry forgets the combination to his safe, Niki teaches himself to open it by listening to the lock’s subtle sounds. When Harry is later hospitalized, Niki begins cracking safes to pay off his mentor’s mounting medical debt.

By the film’s second act, Niki’s increasingly dangerous work jeopardizes both his safety and his relationship with his girlfriend Ruthie (Havana Rose Liu), leaving him to confront the consequences of his actions. When Niki makes amends in the third act, Uri (Lior Raz), the leader of the criminal group in which he has become entangled, viciously beats him. The injury costs him part of his hearing but enables his return to the piano.

Tuner is engaging, beautifully constructed, and emotionally resonant. At the same time, it turns disability into a plot device. Marking director and co-writer Daniel Roher’s fiction debut, the film fully embraces the artistic license afforded by the genre, casting hyperacusis as a superpower rather than focusing on the condition’s often debilitating effects.

To be fair, Niki mentions that, at one point, even the sound of his own voice was agonizing. He is constantly on guard against potentially harmful sounds. When confronted with barking dogs, smoke alarms, air horns, and gunshots, he winces and clutches his ringing ears.

But the impact is fleeting. In real life, exposure to noises like these can permanently worsen hyperacusis. Furthermore, the hearing disorder is not a “superhuman” tool; many individuals with hyperacusis show normal hearing thresholds. For those with milder cases, everyday sounds like a running dishwasher can cause significant discomfort. In more severe cases, even near silence can be excruciatingly painful. One wonders how Niki could tolerate the clicks, clacks, and whirs of piano keys and combination locks (another creative liberty: modern safes are designed to thwart auditory decoding).

As disability studies scholar Rebecca Garden argues, there are “tensions between the lived experience of illness… and the conventions that shape the representations of those experiences in published narratives.” [1] In other words, the demand for drama often precludes verisimilitude, instead favoring a happy ending of triumph over adversity. Niki’s liberation from his condition is narratively satisfying; another, if less commercially successful, film might depict a similar character learning to live with it.

In his seminal text The Wounded Storyteller: Body, Illness, and Ethics (2013), sociologist Arthur Frank enumerates three types of illness stories: restitution, chaos, and quest. The restitution narrative “has the basic storyline: ‘Yesterday I was healthy, today I’m sick, but tomorrow I’ll be healthy again,’” the chaos narrative “imagines life never getting better,” and the quest narrative “accept[s] illness and seek[s] to use it.”

Tuner follows a kind of restitution storyline: Yesterday Niki was a healthy prodigy, today he cannot perform because he is sick with an exploitable “superpower,” but tomorrow a thief will effectively cure him by rupturing his eardrums. The film also features aspects of the quest narrative; to quote Frank, Niki “returns as one who is no longer ill but remains marked by illness”—that is, no longer hyperacusic but partially deaf. Niki is figuratively reborn with a new purpose, embodying the film’s Spider-Mannish moral logic: “With great power comes great responsibility.”

Despite these quest elements, Niki’s story remains fundamentally a restitution narrative. Frank notes that such narratives are “culturally preferred” and calls for “an enhanced tolerance for chaos.” To that end, future films might engage more directly with the lived experience of hyperacusis. Ultimately, however, Roher’s approach is understandable and even commendable, using the possibilities of cinema to draw attention to some of the challenges of a rare, if romanticized, disability.

[1] Garden, Rebecca. “Telling Stories about Illness and Disability: The Limits and Lessons of Narrative.” Perspectives in Biology and Medicine, vol. 53, no. 1, 2010, pp. 121–135.

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DAVID HSU: What do you think is the importance of medical humanities to you at this point? 

JACKIE DUFFIN: I think it is a very satisfying way of filling in the gaps that are generated by traditional medical training and medical experience. It invites reflection, and it invites growth, and it especially encourages criticism. And those things were certainly not there in my training. Therefore, it is comforting and inspiring, both of those things for me.  

When you say it that way, there’s a certain subversive quality to medical humanities. Am I catching your answer right?  

Yes, I guess that is exactly right. Subversiveness goes with the territory of what we do as historians as well. Everyone thinks that history is about the past, but the questions that we ask of the past are generated by the present and also the inherited wisdom that we have. And there has to be curiosity and a willingness to admit that the trajectory might not have been as straightforward as is sometimes pretended.  

How do you respond to the saying that basically history is written by the victors? 

That statement is also a reminder that what might be out there as the master narrative isn’t exactly the truth or isn’t exactly the whole story. And the losers will have their own story. And sometimes that’s worth exploring. Of course, my view of medical humanities is very much affected by the fact that I am a historian. And more than any other aspect of medical humanities … that’s what interests me the most. In fact, I don’t mind admitting that the medical humanities boom that we’ve witnessed in the last decade and a half or so has been a wonderful vehicle for enhancing the presence of history in medical schools​,​ and our visibility. I’m happy to hitch my wagon to it, but I don’t claim any expertise in all the other disciplines that participate.  

One of the things I think is useful for history with respect to ​present and ​future doctors is how history is a mirror image of the clinical process and the scientific process. And that’s something that I raise​d​ with my students all the time when I was teaching, that you begin with a question. As medical practitioners, you ​also ​have a question​;​ ​i​t is the chief complaint of the patient. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? And as a doctor, you consult the patient, you explore the history, you do the physical examination, and then you touch base with the clinical wisdom that’s available to you through ​the medical ​literature. And you come up with a diagnosis, which ​​determines the direction of action. As a historian, you have the question​:​ where did this come from? Or why do we do this? Or what happened then? And with your question, you interrogate the past, looking at all of what has already been published, which is the equivalent of the medical literature, but also looking at things that have been ignored, like the stories of the losers, for example. And you come up with an interpretation. And that is a direct parallel with the ​process of ​diagnosis. You can push this even further to make an analogy with a scientific experiment where you have the hypothesis, the method, et cetera, and you come up with a conclusion. I think that demonstrating history as a discipline to healthcare professionals opens up their imaginations to seeing the practice of what they do is something that’s malleable, that’s anchored in time, that’s affected by culture and society. So, my role in the medical school was to do that. It was a privileged position. But I had no idea how successful I ever was. I have a sneaky suspicion that a lot of my faculty colleagues and maybe a large number of the students just thought I was there for comic relief and entertaining stories to be told in the meantime. That’s okay. I accept that if that gave me permission to weasel my way into the curriculum or introduce new ideas. 

Tell me a little bit about this medical humanities boom over the last 15 years. What’s going on?  

As you know, medical schools are evaluated. They’re accredited by committees. And things come along that are the flavor of the month. ​P​rior to the medical humanities boom, there was an ethics boom. Many medical schools didn’t have ethics, but they looked around and they thought, oh, we better get ethics because everyone has ethics. If they got ethics, it made them look ethical. That happened in the 90s. I saw that as a real problem for people teaching history of medicine. I got along great with our ethicist at Queen’s. It wasn’t her fault, but she was my biggest enemy. Because if the school had to devote some time to what they called ​“​soft science,​”​ they would rather have the ethicist than the historian because the ethicist got them brownie points on the accreditation. ​​ 

​​T​here was a time when the American Association for the History of Medicine was meeting in Chicago in May 2014. And we happened to be meeting at the same time as the Academy for Professionalism in Healthcare. So the brass of the American Association asked to have a meeting with their leaders to find out how they managed to convince all the medical schools they needed ethics and in particular succeeded in having questions about ethics education in the exit surveys. They did not really understand our problem. I think ethics had the media going for it and the power of a number of ​high-profile​ malpractice cases that had come along. ​It​ became obvious that patients wanted to make sure their doctors were legal and ethical, and ​t​he schools wanted to give the students tools to address these concepts. It became almost urgent. 

In fact, I did some Medline searches on this at the time. The number of articles addressing history of medicine basically tanked. And the number of articles addressing medical ethics soared. There was always an interest in medical ethics. It goes way back. Hippocrates even talks about this. And then there was codification in the 18th century. But what ​arose ​in the late 20th century was this concern that it should be transferred to the students as some kind of rubric that would help them in their future to ​educate them and help them ​behave ​ethically. ​And then that sort of plateaued and along came medical humanities. 

Accreditation saw ​​this as very good for student life. They saw it as very good for student education. If you could enhance the possibility of getting a positive accreditation of your medical school, then you would acknowledge that you should have something called medical humanities. But under that umbrella, there could be just about anything. And that’s the problem with it as a discipline. It doesn’t really have a single method. It embraces so many other sorts of​ fields​. That’s the beauty of it, but it’s also the confusion of it when it tries to make its way in a curriculum that is as rigid as a medical school structure. 

In Canada we now have a society for ​Medical Humanities, the Canadian Association for Health Humanities​. I’ve attended some of the meetings but the disappointing thing about it from my perspective is there’s almost never anything about history. 

I’m curious. If history is not emphasized as part of medical humanities what is? 

Presumably it’s ethics again and reactions to technology. I think ethics underpins a lot of it​,​ but medical ethics is a very distinct discipline​,​ as is history. We’re not the same thing. We respect each other but we’re very different. So medical humanities usually include, at the Canadian meetings at least, a lot of literature, of readings, both fiction and nonfiction. It includes the arts, music, poetry, visual imagery, trauma, drama, dance, etc. And often the papers in the meetings that I’ve attended are​ almost all​ about individual case studies​: ​e.g, “We tried this at our medical school​;​ and then we did an after​-​survey about whether it worked or not. Of course, our students loved it because it was fascinating​,​ and it wasn’t memorizing the elements in the periodic table. It was something that took them out of themselves.” Often medical students have other hobbies before they get to medical school, which are sadly neglected because there’s no time for anything else. And these activities provide an outlet for them to recover their previous selves and their identity.  

I think another agenda of ​Medical Humanities ​is to raise awareness of the differences between peoples — the difference between your patients, for example, and yourself, and to be prepared to tolerate it. So that’s a subliminal message of many of these things, causing you to see the world and other people in a different and more tolerant way. That’s basically what goes on in the medical humanities conferences. People get very excited about these opportunities, a drama presentation, a collect​ive​ reading, something that they might have done together, or artwork that medical students do based on their clinical learning and then having a show about it. That kind of thing gets reported. And then … it sort of sinks into an oblivion until the next meeting comes ​​​​along.  

So it sounds like the way you’re describing it, there’s a little bit of the study of history of medicine versus medical humanities. The two are not fully in sync in your mind.  

No, they’re not fully in sync in my mind, but I accept and welcome history being seen as part of ​ ​medical humanities. I think it’s an opportunity for us as historians to maintain our place and our credibility in medical schools.  

The presence of history in medical education has gone up and down over the centuries. There have been full-fledged chairs in History of Medicine. In a distant past, they went away​ and​ they came back. What is expected of it has probably also changed through time. But now, since it seems medical humanities is an easier way​ ​to open the door to medical schools, history can be part of it. I don’t know. It would be really interesting to find out if ethicists feel the same way as I do about it. I find that some medical humanities programs are peopled by or run by doctors who are so well-intentioned​–​ very, very well-intentioned​–​ but they really don’t have any expertise in anything but medicine. The best of them, obviously, are experienced clinicians who’ve had a lot of encounters and are thoughtful and reflective about those encounters. But there’s no method. It’s not a single discipline. It’s a quilt with a whole bunch of different patches in it.  

What do you think about medical humanities and maybe more specifically the history of medicine as a vehicle for the broader mass of people out there?  

I’ve written ​11 ​books and the most recent one to get published is this one. [She holds up a copy of ​Covid-19: A History​]. What I was doing was getting it down for everyone. It’s a history for everyone. It’s not aimed at medical students or doctors or anybody in particular. It’s aimed at Canadians basically, but it talks about the whole pandemic from a global perspective. What I want to do is remind people of the personal stories that go with the pandemic, about the dilemmas of decision-making and policy choices, about the scientific endeavors that are so easy to mock or make fun of. And ​clearly,​ I’m revealing my colors. I believe in vaccines. I believed in the public health measures. I point out in this book about the value of quarantine. When you don’t know what the pathogen is and you haven’t got a clue what the incubation time is because it’s a previously unknown pathogen, quarantine is not a stupid thing to do​,​ because you are waiting to find out how dangerous it ​might ​be and put some parameters around it. I think​–​ and again, I’m speaking only from a history perspective, not medical humanities in general​–​ I think it was important to unpack what was behind those decisions that many people got so angry about. And yet they were lifesaving decisions in many cases. Sometimes perhaps it was over the top, but it was because we didn’t know what we were confronting. 

During that book writing, I served as a volunteer contact tracer at the Kingston ​[Ontario] ​Public Health Unit. I had to phone up citizens all over our area and get them to quarantine because they’d been in contact with someone who had COVID. That was very eye-opening for me because I realized at what level you had to pitch why it was a good thing to do. And at the outset, when we didn’t know what the parameters were, we were telling people who’d been exposed to COVID to stay home for 14 days. Kingston was the only health unit to use volunteer contact tracers, but we worked really hard and Kingston had the best ​​outcomes of COVID cases in the country for a brief time. It didn’t last forever, but it was like a flagrant, on-the-spot demonstration of something that has been known for years, since at least 14^th-century plague.  

What do you make of that now that we’re in 2025 and people are so over this stuff now​,​ that​ ​there’s this feeling I get that people are saying we will never go into quarantine again? 

That’s why I wrote the book. Actually, I was invited to write it, and I had to think about whether I wanted to or not. One of the reasons I decided to write about it was that my thesis advisor, Mirko Grmek, wrote a history of AIDS right at the beginning of the pandemic. And I thought, well, I can’t write a history of COVID because it isn’t over and it may never be over. We may always have COVID. And then I remembered that Grmek had written that history of AIDS at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic. He set down where it came from. He studied the historical possibilities. He had the science too. I realized he was at the end of his life, and I’m at the end of my life. And I thought, OK, maybe this is what I need to do​,​ to accept the task of writing it as it is, right now. Now ​I’m very depressed​ by these negative attitudes. But I do hope that when the next pandemic comes-​-​and there will be another pandemic​,​ with a new pathogen that we haven’t seen before​,​ and there will be conspiracy theories about where it came from​–​ I hope that the public health agencies will remember that quarantine from 14^th-century plague worked really well​,​ and that’s what we need to do again if we don’t want to overwhelm our finite resources in hospitals and health care units to look after people. The more you implement those measures, the fewer people die. It makes a huge difference​,​ and you can actually see it. So the story is there. Whether or not it will be believed, whether or not the argument can convince the naysayers, I have no idea. All I did was set it down and hope.  

You have a historian hat, which is the critical, sometimes subversive side and then you also have the medical doctor establishment side, the scientific side. It gives you a unique lens to look at the COVID pandemic and the consequences that came afterwards.  

It’s been the story of my life. I worked in cancer care at the end of my career at Queen’s and patients would tell me really interesting things​.​ I loved talking to them and hearing what they thought about what was going on. And some of them held what I would think of as wacky ideas or they’d utter doctor​-​blaming ideas. Then the doctor in me would feel very defensive about their accusations of the mistakes or the neglect of my colleagues, even colleagues I’d never met. But when it comes to the history of medicine, I feel terribly responsible for the bad things that doctors may have done, even if it was not deliberate, but out of ignorance, because they didn’t know what was going to be discovered next​;​ or ​due to ​misplaced enthusiasm for something that turned out not to be as great as everybody thought it would be. And I’ve seen that with respect to certain drugs in my career. I’m old enough to remember thalidomide babies​;​ I was a child when that happened. But the impact of it was enormous​: ​what pills could do to us and how they might harm us. There’s a new biography out that I ​reviewed for ​Medhum of Francis Kelsey, the Canadian​-​born American health official who spared the United States from the damages of thalidomide. An amazing and courageous decision because there was great pressure on her to approve the drug and she didn’t. So we had the tragedy in Canada and they didn’t in the United States​,​ which was fascinating for me to learn at this stage of my life, because I remember being so horrified and ​thinking, ​how could doctors let us down? 

There are also other procedures that were once considered important to do that we have done away with, not because they shouldn’t ever have been used, but because something so much better came along. The most striking example of that that I remember are pneumoencephalograms. Pre-CT scans, if you thought there might be a space​-​occupying lesion in the brain, you put the patient under a sort of an anesthetic. You took out a modicum of CSF and injected the same volume of air. And then you strapped them to a chair and you ​​rotated them around, taking x-rays while the bubble of air moved all around the brain to see if there was a space​-​occupying lesion. It was brutal, painful, but it was the only way to find out if there was a space​-​occupying lesion in there. And of course, you could tell only if it was bulging on the surface of the brain. It took days for patients to recover with headache and vomiting. Every medical student in my class of​ ​1974 was required to go and witness one of these so that we would not order it frivolously. And in that same year, CAT scans were introduced and nobody would ever do a pneumoencephalogram again. Ever, ever, ever. But does that mean that all the doctors who were involved in ordering pneumoencephalograms or taking the x-rays were evildoers? I don’t think so. They were trying to help. They were trying to make a diagnosis. But it was excruciating.  

If you could fix medical education and its relationship to history, what would you want done?  

I’ve written about this for a long time. I was so lucky at Queen’s; I really was. They let me get away with a lot. From my hire in 1988 until I retired, I thought the best way to bring history into medical education was to infiltrate it. The historian has to be very tolerant and very flexible. But what you do is you introduce the history of whatever it is they’re studying at any given time. History of anatomy in anatomy if they’re doing the anatomy course. History of physiology in physiology. History of pathology (essentially is the history of disease) in pathology. The timing really is everything because it’s synergistic with what they’re learning at the same time.  

With that method, you are preceded by a guy in a white coat, and you’re followed by a guy in a white coat. It gives you credibility vicariously by the people who are around you. But it makes it seem relevant in a way that otherwise it ​wouldn’t be​. If you make ​it ​an optional, elective course, the students automatically know that it’s not important. So, I refused to teach electives when I got hired at Queens, which meant that I had to meet every department head to beg for time to do a history session. There were 25 departments at the time, and only three said yes. They were​–​ anatomy, pathology, and obstetrics; I’m forever grateful.  

Early on, faculty members of those departments would come to my inaugural class on the history of their discipline. I think they were slightly checking out how “nice” I would be to their field: the history of obstetrics, for example. But they approved the approach. The most willing departments were those units in the medical school with a lot of curriculum hours​,​ ​s​o they were able to feel generous. ​“​We will give her an hour.​”​ 

But one department head said to me, “I can’t do that. History, I love history. You’d be invited to give an ​after-dinner​ speech at our annual meeting. That would be really good. But we only have 80 hours in the curriculum. And if I gave you one of those hours, they might miss something important and kill somebody.”  

I said, “Oh, thank you​,​” ​a​nd I ​went​ back to my office feeling rejected. Only later did I think of the right reply, “If you don’t give me one of your 80 hours to make them skeptical about everything else you’re going to teach them in the other 79 hours, then they really might kill somebody.” That was the answer I should have said.  

It’s about the time constraint; you can’t offer an entire course. Medical students are not going to be historians. They’re going to be doctors. So what you want to do is sensitize them to the fact that what they see as knowledge now is something that has evolved through time, through human endeavor, something that is destined to change in the future. So history is a reminder of life-long learning. And if you time it right, then it is relevant and interesting. Not all students are going to like it, but they don’t all like pharmacology either. 

And the other thing that the medical school let me do, bless their hearts, is to grant my wish for one question on every exam.  

I remember this actually.  

It was a question of credibility; a way of forcing the medical school to commit to the idea that history was important.  

All right. To wrap up, we’ll get back to Medhum. what would you like to see us do in the months and years to come? 

I’m really a special interest voter on this because I was for 25 years involved with the Literature Arts and Medicine Database. And I contributed hundreds of annotations to that database​. ​I hope MedHum is a place where people who want to use literature–mostly literature is what I think of, but there​ are ​other things there, ​for example ​film​ reviews​–in a way that will deepen their understanding of a situation, or for enhancing education, or for whatever purpose, because that’s how the database was used, that it will be there, accessible to people who want those things.  

​​​​So for me, I get to go there when I feel like it. I get to browse. I get to pick around. I already knew some of the people and from our meetings, I’ve gotten to know new ones. I think you, people of your vintage​,​ should be deciding its purpose, in terms of determining the direction and the flavor of this entity, which hopefully will have a big reach and get to the people who need to see i​​t​. You​ ​​have a better sense. You’re closer to the users. I’m not trying to be gloomy about it. I just know that it’s entirely possible that it needs to go someplace that I can’t even imagine. 

Dr. Jacalyn Duffin was the Hannah Chair of the History of Medicine at Queen’s University from 1988 to 2017. She was also a practising hematologist. In 2020, she was awarded the Order of Canada. 

More importantly, she’s one of my favorite people in the world. Medical school wouldn’t have been the same without her gentle encouragement and unending enthusiasm. Dr. Duffin, thanks for everything. 

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Henry’s severe illness and his difficulties accessing treatment prompted Green to contemplate the horrifying statistics of tuberculosis and the paradox of our extensive knowledge about it. More than one million people still die every year from this ancient disease; yet the bacterial cause was elucidated a century and a half ago, and effective treatments have been around since the 1950s. Barring eradication, the germs mutate and become resistant. Given dire living conditions, it spreads. Effective therapy can be prohibitively expensive. “The cure is where the disease is not, and the disease is where the cure is not” (p. 5). People die where cures cannot be obtained. 

History is woven though Henry’s story, but so are politics, culture, and economics: the discoveries, the 19^th-century romanticization of ‘wasting away,’ the hard realities of pharmaceutical development and delivery. Henry has survived, become healthy and an inveterate TikToker and youtuber. He even has an episode on the power of storytelling. But other people that we encounter through this tale have died. 

We still have tuberculosis because statistics de-personify it, and geography allows ignoring it. Green uses Henry’s story to invite us to ‘[t]hink about how rare and precious humans are, and how many of them you get to worry for and care about. Then if you can, find a way to multiply that 1,250,000 times’ (p. 189).  

The book flows easily in language that is clear and accessible, a tribute to Green’s experience in writing young-adult fiction. In the end, without denying the benefits of medical interventions, he calls for a focus on the real cause of tuberculosis: injustice—tolerated and unchallenged. ‘Ultimately,’ he writes, ‘we are the cause’ (p. 184).  

Everything is Tuberculosis: The History and Persistence of Our Deadliest Infection
John Green
New York: Penguin/Crash Course Books
2025
ISBN 9780525556572 

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The time has come when the existence of a private pestilence in the sphere of a single physician should be looked upon, not as a misfortune, but a crime; and in the knowledge of such occurrences the duties of the practitioner to his profession should give way to his paramount obligations to society.

— Oliver Wendell Holmes, “The Contagiousness of Puerperal Fever”

It would have been cold on February 13, 1843, when the Boston Society for Medical Improvement convened. But anyone who heard Oliver Wendell Holmes’s fiery speech about puerperal fever would have forgotten about the chill outside immediately.

Holmes stood just 5’ 3”. And he was young, only 34 years old. But he was hot with moral authority. He was so sure that puerperal fever was contagious that he accused his skeptical colleagues of murder. He knew that in order to make them listen, he had to do more than lay out the facts. He needed a persuasive story.

As I’ll show presently, it was precisely this approach that allowed Holmes to win Nathaniel Hawthorne’s trust as personal physician to the great author near the end of his life. No mean feat, since Hawthorne was terrified by medical science.

The Crowd Puller

In those days, you had to speak well publicly to make a name for yourself. Oratory was required in school. In New England, the rhetorical standard was set in the pulpit, and public discourse followed. So it wasn’t an insult if someone said your speaking or writing felt sermon-like. Good sermons could awaken, convict, inspire, and transform even the most uneducated souls. The best professors and the best doctors fit the ministerial mold.

In New England, good speakers were a dime a dozen. But Holmes stood alone.

One of Holmes’s students recalled how he could hold a crowd:

He always makes people attentive, and I have been told that there is no professor whom the students so much like to listen to. In one of his books he says that every one of us is three persons, and I think that if the statement is true in regard to ordinary men and women, Doctor Holmes himself is at least half a dozen persons. He lectures so well on anatomy that his students never suspect him to be a poet, and he writes verses so well that most people do not suspect him of being an authority among scientific men.

This was also a time when science was retreating from the public sphere. Hawthorne was writing short stories about the terrors of the lab, where Rappaccinis and Chillingworths played God. As Michel Foucault said, it was a time when some doctors took the patient into account “only to place him in parentheses.”

Holmes was a scientist, but he hated how science made some of his peers “think only in single file.” And so he tried to wake his colleagues up on that cold day in Boston with facts, but also with panache and metaphor.

The Case for Contagion

Attention spans were different in 1843. The full text of Holmes’s speech, which he later published in essay form, was over 12,000 words. It would have taken him at least an hour to deliver it. He had to review many cases in depth, not just spin fetching tales.

But that’s why everyone in the Boston Society had gathered that day. They wanted to get better as doctors, for medicine itself to improve. So they listened.

Holmes points out that William Dewees’s A Treatise on the Diseases of Females, published in Philadelphia in 1833, explicitly denies that puerperal fever is contagious and that the Philadelphia Practice of Midwifery (1838) omits mention of the disease entirely.

Unthinkable now, but it was commonplace for a doctor or midwife to deliver one baby and then move to the other without washing their hands. Holmes’s words for such a physician? A “death-carrying attendant.”

He also opens with a logical list, a kind of syllogism, something he’d have learned from his humanities education. If all these things are true, then there’s no room left for opposing views.

1. Not all forms of puerperal fever may be equally contagious. But evidence shows the disease appearing again and again among patients of a single practitioner, even when no epidemic is present. That pattern demands explanation.
2. Whether infection travels through the air a physician carries into the sick-chamber or passes directly from his unwashed hands, the practical result is the same. We need not settle the question to act on it.
3. Contagion does not guarantee infection. Even the smallpox vaccine, fresh and carefully administered, sometimes fails. Same for scarlet fever. But no one doubts those diseases are contagious.
4. Seasonal and regional influences may trigger or worsen the disease. But smallpox follows the same patterns of rise and fall, and no one doubts it spreads by contagion. Why should puerperal fever be different?
5. If physicians can be shown to carry death instead of health, no excuse will absolve them. “[W]henever and wherever they can be shown to carry disease and death instead of health and safety, the common instincts of humanity will silence every attempt to explain away their responsibility.”

It made Holmes angry that colleagues could explain the deaths of new mothers as Providence, using God’s will as an excuse for their own failures to stop preventable deaths. 

We do not deny that the God of battles decides the fate of nations; but we […] are particular that our soldiers should not only say their prayers, but also keep their powder dry. We do not deny the agency of Providence in the disaster at Norwalk, but we turn off the engineer and charge the Company five thousand dollars apiece for every life that is sacrificed. Why a grand jury should not bring in a bill against a physician who switches off a score of women one after the other along his private track, when he knows that there is a black gulf at the end of it, down which they are to plunge, while the great highway is clear, is more than I can answer.

I’ll not reprise Holmes’s full review of cases (he painstakingly covers more than half a dozen). You can read the full text that he reprinted in Medical Essays here.

What I want to emphasize is how storytelling was much more than a way to “sell” science for Holmes. He knew that story piqued an emotional understanding of science, which was how doctors could be persuaded to act, and also how public trust could be earned and held.

Here’s his passionate conclusion in full:

It is as a lesson rather than as a reproach that I call up the memory of these irreparable errors and wrongs. No tongue can tell the heart-breaking calamity they have caused; they have closed the eyes just opened upon a new world of love and happiness; they have bowed the strength of manhood into the dust; they have cast the helplessness of infancy into the stranger’s arms, or bequeathed it, with less cruelty, the death of its dying parent. There is no tone deep enough for regret, and no voice loud enough for warning. The woman about to become a mother, or with her new-born infant upon her bosom, should be the object of trembling care and sympathy wherever she bears her tender burden or stretches her aching limbs. The very outcast of the streets has pity upon her sister in degradation when the seal of promised maternity is impressed upon her. The remorseless vengeance of the law, brought down upon its victim by a machinery as sure as destiny, is arrested in its fall at a word which reveals her transient claim for mercy. The solemn prayer of the liturgy singles out her sorrows from the multiplied trials of life, to plead for her in the hour of peril. God forbid that any member of the profession to which she trusts her life, doubly precious at that eventful period, should hazard it negligently, unadvisedly, or selfishly!

I read recently that we respond much more powerfully to troubled characters in fiction than we do to stock types who move from one adrenaline-spiked obstacle to the next. That’s because our deepest emotional responses are driven by three chemicals (dopamine, cortisol, and oxytocin). These brain responses are strongest when we truly care about someone else.

Holmes was trying to do something similar by creating a moral dilemma within the physicians he addressed. The doctor who cared nothing about exposing his patients to risk had no soul. But the doctor who could imagine a family’s grief and wrestle with his own culpability was more complex, more colorful, more worthy of trust.

If you’d been listening to Holmes on that February day, you know which doctor you’d have wanted to be.

Converting the Chief Skeptic

Despite his charms, it took time for Holmes to push his reforms. People thought he looked too young. One woman ordered him out of her house when he accompanied a senior physician during his medical training. “Take him away!” she cried. “This is no place for boys.”

Holmes’s colleagues respected his medical skill, but thought him “impaired” for writing poetry. And not all readers of The Atlantic loved him. To some he was a “tiresome little man.”

As one biographer explains, Holmes “disarmed criticism…by courageously persisting in the same method which had originally produced it, namely, by the most fearless intimacy with his audience, never keeping back any jest or any expression of confidence.” In a word, he was not afraid to make himself vulnerable in his writing. 

Holmes and Hawthorne shared pages in The Atlantic Monthly and also knew each other through the Saturday Club, a gathering of literary celebrities that included Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Harriet Beecher Stowe hosted by the publisher James T. Fields. Hawthorne was quiet and shy, brooding around the edges, but Holmes loved to regale the group. As Annie Fields recalled, “with Dr. Holmes sunshine and gayety came into the room.”

The two writers developed a close intellectual relationship, commenting on each other’s manuscripts and commiserating with one another over the dangers of pseudoscience and careless experimentation. So it was no surprise that when he grew ill in 1864, Holmes was the only doctor that Hawthorne would see. Hawthorne had watched a friend die of pneumonia while a quack prescribed a variety of ineffective drugs, poultices, even cupping and blistering, to no avail.

As the two men walked the Boston streets, Holmes conducted a “talking exam,” listening while Hawthorne reported his symptoms of indigestion and fatigue. Holmes recognized that Hawthorne suffered from a profound sense of despondency which signaled imminent death, that there was no cure but compassion. This was an intimate moment—as vulnerable as the introverted Hawthorne had ever allowed himself to be with anyone—and it illustrates Holmes’s ability to reassure even this great skeptic of his good intentions. 

Hawthorne’s simultaneous fear of alternative medicine and medical science left him nowhere to turn as his own death approached. On the one hand were the mesmerists who sought to control the individual through pseudoscientific means. On the other were the Rappaccinis whose misappropriation of science was equally hostile to the privacy of the soul.

Only Holmes could rescue Hawthorne from those two nightmares. He did it as a man of science, as an indefatigable optimist, as a caring friend, and, yes, as a storyteller who knew that passion is one form of understanding.

Web image of A young Oliver Wendell Holmes from PBS.

Before embarking on my project, I reviewed the literature pertaining to the use of plays in medical settings.  Friedrich Schiller, the German playwright (who was, incidentally, a physician), laid the groundwork for the use of theater as an educational tool in his 1784 essay “The Stage as a Moral Institution” calling it “a great school of practical wisdom, a guide for civil life, and a key to the mind” (Schiller, page 252).  In his view, the theatricalization of the “vices and virtues of men” and of “human woe” not only makes them more palatable, but it also actually teaches the audience to be more empathic. 

I found a wide range of milieus in which plays have been used.  In 1938, The Federal Theatre Project, a program sponsored by the WPA, produced a play entitled Spirochete with the goal of reducing the spread of syphilis (Flanagan, page 144).  More recently, dramatic narratives were used by scientists to provide a forum for learning about human genetics; these have been collected in a volume entitled The Drama of DNA.  

A pioneering program that proved inspirational to me is Medical Readers’ Theater, developed in the 1980s at East Carolina University’s Brody School of Medicine. Stories by William Carlos Williams and other doctor writers have been turned into scripts used to encourage dialogue among medical staff, students and the public about a variety of medical issues. These plays are available in anthologies accompanied by discussion questions.   

There are also numerous popular plays which are natural fits for teaching because they illustrate points of ethics, diagnosis, doctor-patient relationship, etc. at the same time as just being entertaining.  Some of the ones I have used include Wit, A Streetcar Named Desire, and Next to Normal.    

While deciding what to do for my thesis project, I was becoming quite taken with Anton Chekhov’s writing through working with Jack Coulehan at Stony Brook.  Previously, although I knew of course that Chekhov had a reputation for being one of the great playwrights, I had had the impression that his plays were a bit boring because nothing much happens in them.  What can I say?  I must just not have seen the right productions.   

I researched Chekhov’s life, read his short stories, and even plowed through Sakhalin Island, the epidemiological survey he wrote about health conditions in a penal colony. As a result, I became an admirer and gained insight into his method.  It does not matter whether there appears to be anything happening or not.  The author’s job is to record what he observes. It is not by chance that this is also the job of a physician.  One can understand why Chekhov might have wanted to continue to practice medicine even after becoming one of Russia’s most celebrated writers.  Chekhov soon became my personal role model as a doctor writer, and it felt like an honor to dedicate my time and energy to his work, and in my own extremely modest way, to add to his dramatic corpus.   

Chekhov wrote over 500 short stories, and doctors play a significant role in about 25 of them.  I chose “A Nervous Breakdown” (1889) and “A Doctor’s Visit” (1898) “for adaptation.  As “A Doctor’s Visit” has fewer characters and is the shorter of the two that is the one I use to teach.  Some students may even have read the original story already because it is so well known.   

The plot may be summarized as follows:  A doctor has been summoned away from the city to see the daughter of a factory owner, but for some reason he sends his assistant instead.  (Perhaps he just did not want to go out to the boondocks.) The assistant doctor arrives at the house and examines the young lady.  After not finding anything wrong, he concludes that he’s been called for nothing. The patient’s mother, who is depressed and overwhelmed, implores him to spend the night instead of going home to his family.  The doctor is not in a position to refuse, but he feels as if his time is being wasted and he is annoyed.  

However, in the short time he is in the factory town, the doctor gets a sense of what it is like in live in such a place. He sees how unhealthy the environment is for the workers. He sees how, despite having lavished a fortune on expensive furnishings, the inhabitants of the house are miserable. Adding insult to injury, a servant repeatedly contradicts him and gets on his nerves.  

In spite of the prejudices he has brought with him from the city, the totality of his experience makes an impression on this doctor. The next morning, he meets with the patient again. This time, he recognizes that she is a sensitive and intelligent young lady, and he now has empathy for what she must be going through. There is a moment of understanding between them. Although it does not perhaps appear as if the doctor has applied any treatment, the patient responds and shows a sense of hope.  The doctor has also changed as a result of this experience. He leaves the house and heads home in a good mood.   

Like general practitioners today, general practitioners in 19^th-century Russia undoubtedly ended up doing a good bit of psychiatry.  Although Chekhov and Freud were contemporaries, there seems to be no evidence that Chekhov was aware of Freud’s “talking cure. “  But even if not, and even if the doctor in “A Doctor’s Visit” does not think he has done anything, the doctor has in fact unwittingly administered a brief psychotherapy session.  The powerful results he obtains with such simple means remind me of some of my own experiences as a psychiatrist.  Sometimes when one uses one’s psychoanalytic theories to make what one thinks are brilliant interpretations, they fall on deaf ears.  Just being present and listening often produces the best outcomes.   

The greatest technical challenge this playwright confronted in dramatizing “A Doctor’s Visit” was figuring what to do about the doctor’s internal thoughts.  There is plenty of spoken dialogue in Chekhov’s story, and I used much of it practically verbatim.   But how to dramatize one’s inner dialogue?  It would be cumbersome to have a narrator describe it, and unnatural to have the doctor verbalize it.  My solution was to create a brand-new character, a young apprentice, someone the doctor uses to bounce ideas off.   I hope audiences and readers feel this was a reasonable compromise on my part.   

My adaptations of Chekhov’s two stories made their debut in 2015.  Since then, “A Doctor’s Visit” has been used to teach students at several medical schools:  Stony Brook, Drexel, New York University, Boston University, Cleveland Clinic, and the University of Pennsylvania.   At all but one of these I introduced the play in person, read the stage directions aloud, and led the discussion.  The text of the play is included in an appendix to this article in the hope that other schools will take it up.  And I am still available to read stage directions! 

References: 
Chekhov, Anton: “A Doctor’s Visit.”  Translated by Constance Garnett.  https://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/ac/jr/193.h
Coulehan, Jack.  “Cold Eye, Warm Heart: Medicine and Anton Chekhov.” MedHum, October 2, 2025 Flanagan, Hallie. 1940, reprinted 1985. Arena: The Story of the Federal Theatre. New York: Limelight Editions 
Rothenberg, Karen H. and Bush, Lynn Wein. 2014. The Drama of DNA. New York: Oxford University Press 
Savitt, Todd L. (ed.) 2002.  Medical Readers’ Theater:  A Guide and Scripts.  Iowa City: University of Iowa Press 
Schiller, Friedrich. 1784. “The Stage as a Moral Institution.” In Theatre/Theory/Theatre, 250-254.  New York:  Applause 

Web image created based on this vintage illustration from WikiCommons

A Doctor’s Visit:  An Adaptation of a Short Story by Chekhov

by Guy Fredrick Glass

Downloads of this play may be distributed and performed for educational purposes only, with permission of the author.  Dr Glass may be contacted at gf***@*ol.com 

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The artist depicts Chekhov as he was in the early 1890’s, soon after he had purchased a small, dilapidated estate and moved there from Moscow with his family. In addition to serving as country doctor and public health official in Melikhovo, Chekhov at that time was composing many of the stories and plays that made him one of Russia’s most well-loved writers and a major influence on 20^th century literature. How was he able to pursue two such different and demanding careers? Several years earlier, at the height of Chekhov’s early literary success, his friend Alexi Suvorin had urged the young writer to give up medicine. Don’t spread yourself too thin, he said. You’ll never reach your potential unless you concentrate on writing. In response, Chekhov wrote, “You advise me not to chase after two hares at once and to forget about practicing medicine. Well, I don’t see what’s so impossible about chasing two hares at once… Medicine is my lawful wedded wife and literature my mistress. When one gets on my nerves, I spend the night with the other. This may be somewhat disorganized, but then again, it’s not boring, and anyway, neither loses anything by my duplicity.” (1) In this famous passage, the 28-year-old writer dances lightly over a fundamental truth of his life and identity. In fact, Chekhov’s career was not so much a matter of jumping from one bedroom to another, as was the case perhaps with the poets Wallace Stevens and T. S. Eliot, or the composer Charles Ives. Rather, Chekhov thrived on the effective, if not always seamless, integration of the arts of medicine and writing, which reinforced one another throughout his creative life. This essay explores that integration, and the manner in which Chekhov’s cold eye (objectivity) and warm heart (compassion) reveal themselves in his medical and literary lives. 

DOCTOR CHEKHOV  

“Medicine Is My Lawful Wife” 

When he graduated from the Moscow State University School of Medicine in June 1884, Chekhov was already earning his living as a professional writer. The grandson of serfs, Anton was the third of six children in a poor merchant family from Taganrog, a southern provincial town on the shore of Sea of Azov. His father had moved the family to Moscow after going bankrupt in 1877. By the time Anton entered medical school on a scholarship in 1879, the Chekhovs were living in squalor. His father had a dead-end job. His older brothers were alcoholics and generally unemployed. Anton soon discovered that he could ameliorate the situation by selling comic sketches to local magazines for eight kopecks per line. This was a type of moonlighting he loved. He wrote obsessively, often knocking off a story or two each night, after spending the day listening to lectures or working in the hospital. Chekhov ultimately published more than 200 pieces while a medical student, most of them under his preferred pseudonym, Antosha Chekhonte. 

Chekhov was a natural storyteller. Thus, it wasn’t surprising that the newly minted Doctor Chekhov continued to write, even after he opened his office and patients began to arrive. “Continued to write” is an understatement. Chekhov published 54 stories in 1885, 76 in 1886, and 57 in 1887. His work evolved from humorous sketches to longer, more serious stories for leading literary journals. In 1888 Chekhov won the prestigious Pushkin Prize and published “The Steppe,” his longest and most innovative story to date. Ivanov, his first full-length play, had a successful premiere in St. Petersburg in January 1889. By that time the young doctor had become one of the best known writers in Russia. 

Yet Chekhov always saw himself as a physician, even though in 1889 he did, in fact, retire from a normal paying practice; after that, he offered his medical services at no charge, even though the generous Chekhov often found himself financially strapped. He took care of the peasants near Melikhovo (as depicted in the painting), donated his services to the government as a district physician, and engaged regularly in public health initiatives. In less than five months in 1891, Chekhov reported seeing 453 patients at a district health center and making 576 house calls, in addition to his home practice. (2) Throughout his life, Chekhov also was heavily involved in grass roots activism, building schools for peasants, raising funds to help famine victims, and, later, near the end of his life, supporting the establishment of a sanitarium for tuberculosis victims at Yalta.  

“My Debt To Medicine” 

One of the best known of these public health efforts was his 1890 epidemiological survey of health and social conditions in the prison colonies on Sakhalin Island. Traveling by himself, Chekhov journeyed six weeks by train, steamboat, and horse-drawn carriage across Siberia to reach the 1000-km long Pacific island on which the Czarist government had recently established a notorious gulag. There, he embarked on a one-man, three-month survey of the population, tenaciously picking his way from settlement to settlement and from house to house, often by foot.  

Biographers have long tried to pinpoint his motivation for this perilous journey. During the year prior to the trip, Chekhov had undergone a crisis of confidence. In a letter to Suvorin, he opined, “I don’t love money enough for medicine, and I lack the necessary passion—and therefore talent—for literature. The fire in me burns with an even, lethargic flame; it never flares up or roars… I have very little passion. Add to that the following psychopathic trait: for two years now, seeing my works in print has for some reason given me no pleasure.” (3) He reported symptoms suggestive of clinical depression, perhaps precipitated by grief over the death of his brother Nicholas from tuberculosis. There was also a literary issue. The master of the short story had promised himself that he would create a Tolstoy-like novel that would confirm his status as a serious writer. But he was unable to do so.  

Undoubtedly a major factor for choosing Sakhalin was Chekhov’s desire to pay his debt to medicine. He had recently developed a scientific interest in penology and had read about the dismal conditions in the Siberian gulag. He saw an opportunity to influence this situation by obtaining accurate data on the health status of Sakhalin convicts. He had never completed the research thesis (the equivalent of a Ph.D.) that would make him eligible to be a medical specialist or professor. Hence, his notion of “my debt to medicine”—he would perform a survey, write his thesis, and become a teacher. 

Ultimately, Chekhov claimed to visit every settlement and survey every household on Sakhalin Island, using a 12-item data collection form. He said he completed over 10,000 of these forms in three months, a feat that (if true) qualifies Chekhov as the speediest shoe-leather epidemiologist of all time. After his return to European Russia, the author found it difficult to organize his data into a coherent study. While he had planned to write a strictly scientific monograph, his creative spirit struggled with the limitations of science. What about his personal experience? What about the interesting stories? After struggling for years, in 1895 Chekhov published The Island of Sakhalin, a curious (but engrossing) mixture of journal, geography, history, medicine, statistics, and travelogue. (4) Unfortunately, the faculty of the University of Moscow was unimpressed.  

“As I Grow Older, the Pulse of Life in Me Beats Faster” 

Picture the mature Chekhov—a middle-aged bachelor, longish face, rather neatly trimmed beard, a prince-nez clipped to the bridge of his nose. His household included his aging parents and his sister Masha, an unmarried schoolteacher who had become his confidant and secretary. His three surviving brothers looked to him for guidance and financial help. Anton was popular, witty, and generous. Among the guests at Melikhovo, there were frequently female admirers. Chekhov’s encounters with women were flirtatious and obviously enjoyable. He had teasing, sexually charged relationships with several women, but whether any of these liaisons are actually “affairs” is uncertain.  

The doctor in the painting already suffered from the tuberculosis from which he would die at the age of 44 years. In fact, he first coughed blood as a medical student. Yet, Chekhov dismissed that episode and each subsequent episode that occurred with disheartening regularity as “influenza” or “bronchitis,” steadfastly refusing to label himself consumptive. As a physician Chekhov must surely have understood the meaning of his symptoms. Was his denial simply a face to show others? Or was his denial so great that it made him unaware? The cat finally came out of the bag in early 1897. While dining at a restaurant in Moscow, Chekhov had a violent spell of hemoptysis that left him critically ill. For the first time, he sought medical treatment and entered the clinic run by Dr. Ostropov, one of his medical school professors. Chekhov’s chronic illness progressively worsened. At the insistence of his doctors, Chekhov left his beloved Melikhovo after 1898 and lived mostly at a new home in the sunny Black Sea resort of Yalta. 

It was also during these last years that the bachelor writer courted and married Olga Knipper, an actress with the Moscow Theater Arts Company. Even after their marriage in 1901, Olga remained at work in Moscow during much of the year, while the invalid Chekhov lived in Yalta, theirs being perhaps one of the earliest examples of the modern two-career commuter marriage. Chekhov found himself able to devote less and less of his waning energy to writing, especially since he refused to give up his social and philanthropic activities. Nonetheless, between 1898 and his death in 1904 Chekhov completed some of his greatest work, including several stories, two novellas (“Peasants” and “In the Ravine”), and his last plays, The Three Sisters (1900) and The Cherry Orchard (1903).  

COLD EYE, WARM HEART 

Chekhov’s Doctors 

Several characteristics of Chekhov’s work reveal the influence of medical training and practice. He used clinical knowledge to lend accuracy to his descriptions of disease and medical situations. This characteristic is perhaps most clearly seen in the characterization of mental disorders. For example, the title character in Ivanov is a subtle portrait of a man suffering from clinical depression, who eventually commits suicide. The young heiress in “A Doctor’s Visit” presents symptoms we would now label as generalized anxiety or panic disorder. The title character in Uncle Vanya appears to have a neurotic depression, a condition that meets today’s DSM 5 criteria for Persistent Depressive Disorder. In the peculiar story called “The Black Monk,” Chekhov describes a psychotic condition, presumably schizophrenia.  

Chekhov also drew from his medical experience in creating a multitude of physician characters. Doctors play significant roles in nearly 30 stories and in all of his major plays, except The Cherry Orchard. The author’s sensibility as a medical insider gives insight and poignancy to these characters, who range from committed altruists to lazy bureaucrats to burned out cases. Chekhov knew too much about the contemporary state of medical science to portray his doctors as curing many people. Thus, they often appear impotent. Yet, at their best Chekhov’s doctors convey the seamless fabric of tenderness (compassion) and steadiness (detachment) that lies at the heart of good medical practice. They also demonstrate courage, altruism, and self-effacement. For example, in “The Grasshopper” (1892) Dr. Dymov dies as a result of contracting diphtheria from a patient. Dr. Kirilov in “Enemies” (1887) demonstrates extraordinary devotion to duty by leaving his distraught wife and dead son in order to make an emergency house call.  

Perhaps Chekhov’s most textured portrait of a good physician appears in “A Doctor’s Visit” (1898). The protagonist, Korolyov, is a young doctor substituting for his boss, the professor of medicine. During the course of the story he moves from being a careful observer (detached concern) who ascertains that his young patient has nothing wrong but a “case of nerves,” to making an imaginative leap by which he connects more deeply with her. This empathic connection allows him to relieve some of her suffering by re-framing her illness. While he cannot solve her existential problems, his demonstration of solidarity leads her to trust him and to gain insight. Korolyov is like Chekhov himself. Dr. Pavel Archangelsky, who supervised Chekhov’s first job as a physician, captured the author’s ability to listen carefully when he later commented: “… he did everything with attention and a manifest love of what he was doing, especially toward the patients who passed through his hands. He listened quietly to them, never raising his voice, however tired he was and even if the patient was talking about things quite irrelevant to his illness.” (5)  

At the other end of the spectrum, some of Chekhov’s doctors are insensitive, incompetent, or impaired. Mayer, the callous medical student in “A Nervous Breakdown” (1889) is a disaster. Mayer can rattle off statistics on the number of whores in London and Moscow, but he is unable to “see” (empathize with) the suffering of the living-and-breathing whores he encounters. Shelestov in “Intrigues” (1883) and the public health doctor in “Darkness” (1887) are examples of self-centered physicians a little further along in their professional lives. The former is superficial and pompous; the latter is narrow-minded and detached.  

Chekhov’s most complete insensitive and acquisitive social climber is found in “Ionych” (1898). Dr. Startsev, when the reader first meets him, is a young physician setting up practice in a provincial town. After surviving an unrequited infatuation with the daughter of a wealthy townsman, Startsev devotes himself entirely to work. His practice prospers and he branches out into real estate. As he grows corpulent and wealthy, Startsev loses touch with his patients (and his own humanity): 

“Probably because his throat is covered with rolls of fat, his voice has changed; it has become thin and sharp. His temper has changed, too; he has become ill humored and irritable. When he sees his patients, he is usually out of temper; he impatiently taps the floor with his stick, and shouts in his disagreeable voice: ‘Be so good as to confine yourself to answering my questions! Don’t talk so much!’” (6) 

“Ionych” traces the progressive destruction of a medical practitioner who finds that medical affluence is more to his liking than the emotionally and physically difficult path of medical virtue.  

Some of Chekhov’s most interesting doctors are tortured by existential or spiritual conflict. Chekhov accurately depicted professional burnout, a syndrome characterized by depletion, detachment, depersonalization, denial, and depression. (7) Dr. Kirilov, who chooses to “go to the office” instead of mourning with his wife, may illustrate the relatively early phase of emotional detachment. Dr. Ovchinnikov in “An Awkward Business” (1888) demonstrates the more advanced symptom of depersonalization when he slugs his assistant in response to the man’s incompetence. The overworked Ovchinnikov reacts to his personal depletion by objectifying and dehumanizing his assistant, a response that compromises the medical care he is trying to protect. Chebutykin in The Three Sisters (1900) illustrates the extreme of alcoholism. Though still employed as a military physician, Chebutykin convincingly asserts that he has forgotten all the medicine he ever learned.   

Ragin in “Ward #6” (1892) and Nikolai Stepanovich in “A Dreary Story” (1889) are complex characters in whom depression and burnout are superimposed on a deep sense of existential failure. Like many of Chekhov’s characters, these physicians suffer from a lack of self-knowledge; they move through life relying on one form of self-deception or another. When they were younger, they committed themselves to noble ideals—Stepanovich to teaching and Ragin to practice in a provincial hospital. But in the long run they never “found” themselves. Professor Stepanovich yearns for a unifying moral principle that would knit together the fragments of his life. Dr. Ragin experiences his failure as emotional numbness. He yearns to suffer, assuming that if he experienced pain, he would be freed from his inability to feel. Thus, the academic physician pines for salvation in the cognitive sphere; the practitioner yearns for emotional redemption. In each case the focus remains inward, rather than turning outward to others, in whom salvation might actually be found.  

Medical Sensibility 

Medical attitudes and methodology play a larger role in Chekhov’s work than does medical knowledge. He believed that his duty as a writer was to present his observations clearly and accurately; in other words, to lay out the data in an objective fashion and allow readers to reach their own conclusions, rather than providing an author’s interpretation. He wrote, “The artist should not be a judge of his characters and what they say, but only an objective observer.” (8) 

This objective attitude put him in conflict with most other Russian writers of the time. It was a major source of conflict with Tolstoy, who was widely revered at the time as a living saint. The two men enjoyed a close personal bond but approached writing with radically different philosophies. After his mid-life religious conversion, Tolstoy viewed literature as a way to communicate his moral vision. He preached the gospel of a radical Christianity, in which all men work together to achieve economic and social equality. However, he rejected the concept of material progress and was particularly skeptical of medicine and doctors. Chekhov, on the other hand, strove to be objective, to present people as they are and the world as it is. His medical training taught him to be a careful observer; his medical attitude made him leery of judging others.  

Other Russian writers and intellectuals spoke out against the czarist government’s repressive social institutions. While this protest was disguised in various ways in order to satisfy the state censors, late 19^th century Russians (like their 20^th century counterparts) learned to speak and understand a subtle code of insurrection. The intellectuals addressed “big issues”—democracy, education, social revolution. They wrote articles, organized meetings, and gave speeches. Here again, Chekhov found himself on a different wavelength. He rarely engaged in theoretical discussion and did not advocate radical social change. Rather, he preferred a pragmatic, case-based approach. His goals were relatively limited, but achievable. Treat the sick patient. Document and publicize the abysmal condition of prisoners. Contain the cholera epidemic. Provide financial assistance to keep farmers afloat during the famine. Raise money for a new school. On and on, but always specific and personal.  

In “About Love” (1898), the narrator speculates on the essence of love. Are there universal characteristics that identify love wherever it occurs? “What seems to fit one instance doesn’t fit a dozen others,” the narrator concludes. “It’s best to interpret each instance separately in my view, without trying to generalize. We must isolate each individual case, as doctors say.” (9) Indeed, Chekhov’s stories and plays rigorously follow this dictum. While many of his Russian contemporaries used fiction to advance moral or social theories, Dr. Chekhov focused on the complexities of human interaction. In Chekhov’s world, biology and circumstance constrain freedom. People often do not listen. Acts performed with good intentions frequently result in hurtful outcomes. And yet occasionally and in unexpected places, one finds a glimmer of love, courage, spirituality, or healing. “Never generalize,” Chekhov tells his readers. “Never theorize. Pay attention to the particulars. Focus on the concrete.” In this respect, the 19^th century physician-storyteller presages the 20^th century physician-poet, William Carlos Williams, who coined the aphorism, “No ideas but in things.”  

In the long run, Chekhov’s objectivity and aversion to theory played a major role in the development of modern literature, as 20^th century writers followed Chekhov in attempting to describe the world of human character and relationship objectively, and allowing that world to speak for itself. To the extent that Chekhov’s “lawful wedded wife” contributed to his sensitivity, skills, and attitudes, perhaps medical education and practice played an unanticipated role in the history of literature, his delightful “mistress.” 

Adapted in part from Coulehan J. (Ed.) Chekhov’s Doctors, Kent State University Press,  2003

Sir Luke Fildes’ “The Doctor,” is in the Tate: File:The Doctor Luke Fildes crop.jpg – Wikimedia Commons 

Portrait of Chekhov: File: Chekhov 1898 by Osip Braz.jpg – Wikimedia Commons 

REFERENCES 
1, Chekhov A. The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov, translated by Sidonie Lederer, New York, The Ecco Press, 1984, p.  
2, Coope J. Doctor Chekhov. A Study in Literature and Medicine, Chale, Isle of Wight, Cross Publishing, 1997, p.  
3, Chekhov A. The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov, translated by Sidonie Lederer, New York, The Ecco Press, 1984, p. 81. 
4, Chekhov A. A Journey to Sakhalin, translated by Brian Reeve, Cambridge, Ian Faulkner Publishing, 1993.  
5, Coope J. Doctor Chekhov. A Study in Literature and Medicine, Chale, Isle of Wight, Cross Publishing, 1997, p. 27. 
6, Chekhov A. Ionych. In: The Tales of Chekhov. Volume 3, translated by Constance Garnett, New York, The Ecco Press, 1972, p. 91. 
7, Coulehan JL. Being a Physician. In: Mengel MB, Holleman WL (Eds.) Fundamentals of Clinical Practice. A Textbook on the Patient, Doctor, and Society, New York, Plenum Medical Books Company, 1997, pp. 73-101. 
8, Chekhov A. The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov, translated by Sidonie Lederer, New York, The Ecco Press, 1984, p. 54. 
9, Chekhov A. About love. In: The Tales of Chekhov. Volume 5, translated by Constance Garnett, New York, The Ecco Press, 1972, p. 290.

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After eighteen years of clinical practice, I think I’ve looked after somewhere between four and five thousand patients in total. Some patients I meet only a handful of times. Others I know like extended family. There are all types of patients: pleasant ones, well-behaved ones, as well as difficult ones that try my patience and of course, some that I’d rather forget.

Of course, most of my patients are Chinese immigrants and immigrating is a difficult business, not something to be undertaken by the faint of heart. New home. Often a new language. Usually a whole new culture. The immigrant experience means uprooting a person or a family from all that they are comfortable with and placing them in a strange and unfamiliar setting.

If being an immigrant is hard, then being an immigrant as a senior citizen is even harder. Try learning English for the first time when you’re in your sixties and seventies. Try going to the bank or dealing with a leaky faucet when you are a stranger in a foreign land. And yet, I’ve seen countless examples over the years of Chinese seniors starting over in Canada somewhere in their sixth or seventh decades. I often wonder. What is it that makes them want to start over yet again in their life? Is it simply that they want to be closer to their children and grandchildren who’ve come to Canada? Is there nobody left back in their home country? Do they really know what they are in for? Can anyone really be prepared for it?

In my own family, I’ve seen this process of elderly immigrants play out firsthand. Both of my grandmothers spent portions of their later years living with my parents in Toronto, with varying degrees of success. Through them, I witnessed just how difficult it could be to be an elderly Chinese immigrant in Toronto, which is probably, with its enormous Chinese population, already one of the most Chinese-friendly cities in the world outside of Asia. 

In Taipei, my grandmothers could walk outside in the mornings and bring back fresh produce and noodles from the market down the street in their respective neighborhoods. Never mind that the produce in the Food City and Miracle Food Mart of my childhood was nowhere near as a fresh or tasty as the food culled on the subtropical island of Taiwan: in Toronto, our family lived in the suburbs of Scarborough, and later North York, so my grandmothers could only visit a store if my father was free on the weekends to drive them.

Of course, my grandmothers couldn’t read or speak much English. In the era before cellular phones and Google maps, my parents taught them to navigate the Toronto subway system by memorizing the pattern of the coloured tiles at the individual subway stations, back when the city made a point of individualizing each station’s appearance. Dundas Station meant yellow coloured tiles. This was important because this way my grandmother knew which spot to get off if she wanted to find Chinatown.

My maternal grandmother abhorred Canada. Her complaints were plentiful: the produce didn’t taste fresh, the winter weather was too cold, it was too difficult to go places without a car and the language barrier was insurmountable. Ultimately, nothing about life here was as easy or as convenient for her as life in Taipei. At some point, she actually learned enough English to pass her Canadian citizenship exam. But years later, she defiantly informed me that she had returned all that knowledge back to her teachers. She had forgotten it all.

My paternal grandmother didn’t voice her complaints about Canada as much. Whether it was because she was more content, or simply because she tended to keep more to herself, I’m not sure what she ultimately thought about being a Chinese immigrant. But watching from afar as she spent the long months from spring to fall in our house (she always returned to Taiwan before it got too cold), living with my mom while my father was mostly out of the house, I couldn’t help but surmise that things weren’t really that easy. She didn’t learn much English, and save for her morning walk around the neighbourhood, she rarely ventured outside the house, preferring instead to spend most of her days watching satellite television from Taiwan. Living with grandchildren you don’t know very well, a son who is usually at work, and making nice with your daughter-in-law on a regular basis; this was another form of the Chinese Canadian immigrant experience.

This phenomenon, that of the frustrated elderly immigrant, is one that I’ve seen countless times in my medical practice. Flummoxed by a language they don’t understand, struggling to live under the roof of a son or daughter-in-law that they aren’t completely in sync with, and often tasked with the thankless job of babysitting little grandchildren for no pay, the immigrant elderly experience is fraught with trials and tribulations. And that is before real crises hit the family: a car accident, or a health situation, or worse. Crises are difficult enough when you are surrounded by your social safety net of familiar family and friends. But now, imagine being in an unfamiliar country when life unloads a crisis as it is wont to do. The examples are endless, but the end result is the same. Frustration, resentment, and ultimately regret. Why did we ever bother to come here?

Over the years, I’ve seen versions of it all. Disinterested adult children chauffeuring their elderly parents to doctor appointments, and those children then falling asleep in the chairs while their parents are describing their symptoms next to them. Other times, I’ve seen seniors get chastised verbally by their children when they try to ask me one question too many. I’ve treated elderly patients who got into physical altercations with their son-in-laws. And it goes both ways too: I’ve seen adult children come to me to request Prozac knowing that their mother-in-law will be arriving a month from now.

When I sat down to write this piece about elderly immigrants, I thought about which of my patients I really wanted to know more about. One couple, the Chens, immediately leapt into my mind. I’ve changed their names here to protect their privacy. 

On the surface, there’s nothing special about them. They’re an elderly Chinese couple, living in Toronto while their children live elsewhere. They aren’t particularly well off, and they spend their retirement doing typical Chinese immigrant senior citizen things: attending doctor visits, taking classes at the community centre, and so forth.

But dig past the surface, and they are unique. They’ve been married for over sixty years, and they are quite possibly the happiest, most resilient seniors I know. When things happen to them that would certainly derail others, they laugh about it, avoid blaming others and then move on. I’ve seen it happen in my office many times.

A few years back, Mr. Chen was struck by a car while crossing the street as a pedestrian, injuring his shoulder. For many patients, this would be a cue for initiating legal proceedings and a demand for compensation, as well as an endless stream of doctor visits and requests for pain medications. How did Mr. Chen handle it? He laughed it off, dismissed my question about “who was at fault” in the accident and recovered within a few months while doing some exercises with a physiotherapist.

Not too long after that, Mrs. Chen was found to have a slowly growing brain tumour. For many patients, this would be cause for anxiety, angst and even hysteria. But for Mrs. Chen, it was just another fact of life. She decided that in her mid-eighties, she didn’t need to risk surgery, and she’d continue to live day by day, even though the neurosurgeons thought that a more aggressive approach might improve her mortality and her quality of life, especially if her vision were to decline further. But they didn’t take into account that she was already fine with her quality of life and didn’t see the need to potentially upend things with surgical complications. Now, three years later, she’s remained the same, happy, laughing patient, who always makes a point to end our visits with a “good bye“ or ”thank you very much,” spoken in English that she learned in her English as a Second Language class.

Actually, I’ll correct what I said earlier. The Chens aren’t just the happiest seniors I know. They are quite possibly the happiest, most well-balanced people I know. What is the secret sauce of their happiness? That’s what I set out to find out. And that’s what I explained to them when I brought them into my office to be interviewed a few weeks ago.

This is their story.

The first thing to point out is that neither Mr. nor Mrs. Chen’s life was easy. If we suspected that part of the magic sauce of resilience is the ability to live a peacefully blissful existence in a Garden of Eden type environment, the Chens’ lives, dating back to their childhood, shows that this is not the case.

Mr. Chen was born in a small town in the province of Shanxi, in Northern China in 1937. At that time, China was at war, trying to stave off Japanese occupation, and so he grew up in an environment where war and violence were everywhere. In fact, the Japanese began bombing his town of Qixian three days before he was born. As a child, he watched as soldiers of all the different warring sides-the Communist People’s Liberation Army, the Nationalist Kuomintang, and the Japanese—took turns filing through the town’s lone major road. His father was a businessman who later made a name for himself selling tea and often had to travel. Mr. Chen remembered that for some years, he would see his father only once a year. Fortunately, their family avoided major mishaps during the war years, but he remembers seeing body bags piled up by the side of the road. When World War II ended and the occupation by Japan ended, he recalled seeing people dancing in the streets.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Chen was born in 1938 in Tianjin in Northern China, one out of four children. Her father was a businessman, and her mother was a housewife. During the war years, her family moved regularly, living at different times in Sichuan, then Nanjing, and finally in Shanghai.

She had some recollection of planes flying overhead while she lived in Shanghai, and that her mother didn’t want her to attend school for fear of violence. But for the most part though, she didn’t see much of the violence of war firsthand.

Of course, the cycle of war in China didn’t end when the Japanese occupation ended. After the Japanese departed, the Chinese Civil War between the communists and the Kuomintang promptly resumed and only ended with the Communist Party victorious in 1949.

By liberation day of that year, Mr. Chen’s father had moved the family to Beijing. He was now a sixth grade student and heard the horns and sirens announcing the liberation of China. 

He would go on to continue his education in Beijing, and it was here that he witnessed the Chinese Cultural Revolution taking place. He was a university student in Beijing by the time the Cultural Revolution reached full swing, but he kept his nose out of politics and was not much directly affected. By now, there were no more actual classes in university. As engineering students, they spent time working in factories. He even recalled how during the Great Leap Forward, the students busied themselves with trying to figure out how to make iron into steel at Mao Zedong’s behest.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Chen had studied to become a mechanical engineer. She was one of only three women studying computers at her university, Tianda in 1960. She went on to study in an engineering school and then became a professor from 1961 until her retirement in 1998, at the age of 60.

Spread out over almost two decades, the Chinese Cultural Revolution under Mao Zedong marked the complete upending of all societal norms. Scholars were vilified. Universities were closed. Anyone with links to bourgeois thinking or a questionable family background was blacklisted. Countless people lost their lives and countless more lost their livelihoods.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen’s experience through the Cultural Revolution was notable mostly in that they managed to remain apolitical. Academics came under siege during the Mao era, and intellectuals were frequent targets of Mao’s reforms. They knew that it was better to avoid political conflict than to get into the heat of it.

When asked how he managed to survive this, he admits that he wasn’t that bothered by the political crises that surrounded them. He learned mostly to keep his mouth shut and keep out of trouble.

Mrs. Chen, meanwhile, became a scribe during meetings during the Cultural Revolution. In fact, she points out that her propensity for smiling and laughter showed up even here, as people identified her during these meetings as the “one who was always giggling.” On a more serious note, she remembers colleagues of hers who died during the years of infighting, but like her husband, she avoided most political issues herself.

Of course, all my elderly patients from China are survivors of the Cultural Revolution in one way, shape or form. And of course, there is a survivorship bias here. I’m talking to survivors, those who not only lived through it, but those who lived through China’s gradual rebuild, through Tiananmen Square, through Deng Xiaoping, and now live through to be able to tell their tales as Chinese Canadian immigrants.

Of course, while China was engulfed by these years of political upheaval, the Chens moved on with their personal lives. They had already met as university students but really got to know each other better in their final year of university. They ended up matching positions in Beijing together in 1962 and have been together ever since.

The Chens have two daughters, both of whom are now successful computer engineers with graduate degrees from prestigious North American universities. Their grandchildren are also studying to become engineers as well.

When her children were small, the Chens were busy as young academics. They were fortunate that Mrs. Chen’s hours weren’t long. She only taught two to three classes a week. Furthermore, the university had a kindergarten on site, and her mother came to help look after the grandchildren so that they could continue to work.

When asked about parenting tips, Mrs. Chen points out that they’ve been asked this very question many times by their friends over the years: “Your daughters are both so successful. However did you manage to inspire them?” 

Mrs. Chen tells me that she believes in parenting by example. She and her husband were both academics, so books were always plentiful in the house, and the parents could always be found reading. So, in time, the children saw them doing this and became intellectually curious themselves. “Don’t yell and berate,” she informs me. “That style of parenting doesn’t work anyways.”

What is unique about Mr. and Mrs. Chen’s immigration story is that while they have lived in Toronto for more than fifteen years, their two daughters have never lived here. This was a result of curious circumstances, but of particular relevance to our discussion.

When they first decided to come to North America to be closer to their children, one of their daughters was still studying in Manitoba and the other was on Long Island. Toronto, they reasoned, was roughly equidistant between Long Island and Winnipeg, and so they settled here.

A few years in though, their daughter in Manitoba married a Dutch husband, and before long, she had relocated to Holland to be closer to his family. This meant that the Chens would no longer be equidistant between the two daughters.

Still, rather than hinder their immigration experience, the fact that neither of their children are nearby seems to have strengthened their immigrant experience and actually gets to the root of how the Chens have thrived in Toronto. The Chens have never been reliant on their children. They made a point on arriving in Canada, to seek out the local LINC (Language Instruction for Newcomers to Canada) program, and began attending English classes on a regular basis. With no children to take them around, they’ve learned to make use of public transit. She tells me about how many of her fellow seniors at the community centre are reliant on their children to get around in Toronto. “They’re miserable,” she says. “They can’t do anything without their children.”

In my experience, many Chinese immigrants, even younger ones, pay only lip service to these offerings. With the influx of Chinese immigrants to Canada, it is possible to carry on a passable existence here and almost never speak English. But the passable existence has limits. You can rely on using exclusively Chinese-speaking service providers only so much, and there’s certainly a limit to how much patience your own children will have for acting as your translators.

The Chens moved into an apartment building near a bustling shopping centre, replete with a neighbouring Chinese grocery store and a large population of Chinese seniors. This is a far cry from other seniors like my own grandparents, who often end up living with their children in the suburbs, trapped on suburban streets where the nearest community centre or grocery store can’t easily be accessed except by cars which they cannot drive.

Through their English classes, the Chens became connected to various local Chinese community groups. Mrs. Chen proudly recalls that this was where she was introduced to me, having been informed that there was a local family physician who spoke Mandarin and was accepting new patients.

When asked what her overall sense of her immigrant journey is, Mrs. Chen tells me that she is most grateful for how she is treated by people in the Canadian service industries. A case in point: earlier in the week prior to our interview, she had received a notification of an error in her tax return from Revenue Canada. She took it upon herself to call Revenue Canada herself, and explained to me that in Canada, if she tells the agent on the other end of the line that her English isn’t very good, the person will invariably slow down and cheerfully take their time helping answer her questions. She says that this is a level of personal attention that simply doesn’t exist in China and is one of the things she is most grateful for here.

I think back to my own experiences dealing with the service industry, from my cellular provider to Revenue Canada. I’ve experienced many feelings when dealing with these people, but gratitude has never been near the top of the list.

These days, when the Chens visit their children in the US or in Holland, things are pleasant. Both of their daughters married foreigners. One of their son-in laws is Dutch and the other is American. They describe their son-in laws as both being extra polite, and extremely attentive to their daughter’s needs. But of course they would describe them this way. It only makes sense for such a happy couple to be able to get along just fine with their son-in-laws.

After sitting and talking to the Chens, I took away several ideas from their story. It seems that a stressful childhood environment does not preclude being happy and balanced as an adult. 

But the most remarkable trait of this amazing couple that I have learned is their willingness to adopt a growth mindset. I wonder who taught them this? Certainly, they grew up long before terms like growth and fixed mindsets became common parlance. I wonder if this comes from their background as educators. How else can I explain their willingness to come to Toronto, a country in a strange land where they had no existing family members? How else can I understand their enthusiasm for learning English at an age when many elderly are convinced that an old dog can no longer learn new tricks?

From this growth mindset, comes the steadfast determination to look after themselves and remain independent from their children. They know they can look after themselves, and their children know it too. In this day and age of complicated intra-family dynamics, when the best-selling psychology book on Amazon is titled Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, I realize the Chens have somehow figured all this out and they didn’t need a self-help book to do it.

We model ourselves, whether consciously or not on the people around us. When I was younger, I imagined that my life as a senior probably would mean living like my grandmothers: a lot of sitting around, imbibing television shows while grumbling about how nothing is quite as good as it was in the good old days. But then I think about the Chens, and it makes me realize that we’re never really too old to reinvent ourselves, or too old to move to a new country, or even too old to learn a new language. All is possible, as long as we remember to smile and laugh.

Web image by  Li Lin.

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The Iranian-American author, Azar Nafisi (b. 1955), reminisces about her experiences teaching English literature in Iran before, during and after the revolution and the Iran-Iraq war (1980-1988). The book opens near the end of her sojourn in Tehran. A small group of young women, who have been friends since they were University students, gather in the author’s home to read and discuss English novels. They wear western clothes, remove their veils, and eat sweets. Some have been in prison. They conceal their simple purpose from fathers, husbands, brothers, because meeting to read Western fiction would be construed as an act of defiance.  

In four sections, two named for twentieth-century novels and two for nineteenth-century authors — “Lolita” “Gatsby” “James” and “Austen,” Nafisi constructs a series of flashbacks that describe the events of late 1970s to the 1990s in the inner and outer world of an academic woman. The books and writers used in the section headings have walk-on parts or starring roles that jar in this ostensibly alien context. Yet, they work surprisingly well for the women students, stimulating them to think in new ways about the situation in which they find themselves. Conversely, as the students assimilate the English and American writers into their world, we learn more about their Iran. 

Myriad details of moment, garb, color, and food, evoke the everyday “feel” of protests and atrocities that are known in the West only through journalist’s reports. The long descriptions contrast sharply with a relentless and probably deliberate lack of precision about several basic things. For example, the author withholds her age and the identity and the nature of her relationship with “my magician,” a greatly admired man –perhaps a lover or a teacher–who seems to exist on chocolate and philosophy.  

Possessives and the first-person singular are used liberally (“my students”) to remind us that this is one woman’s story—notwithstanding the solace, but barely developed presence, of a husband, two children, and a mother. The decision may have been made to protect personal privacy. But the result also conspires to build a narcissistic tone, as if the author marvels at her own creativity, attractiveness, resilience, survival, and escape.  

Some of the most engaging passages describe the male students’ difficulty with literature that they perceive to be immoral (for its sexual content or for the agency it assigns women). In the social climate, the young men are utterly unable to accept great writing on its own terms. One wonders how they would react to Nafisi’s own book and her portrayal of them. The wonderful device of a mock trial of Gatsby (pp. 120-136) challenges the students by going to the heart of the conflict of politics, religion, literature, and justice; it would work well as an excerpt and is worthy of emulation in our classrooms. The work deepens our understanding and complicates the impressions of Iran that are generated by a steady diet of news reports. 

In 2024, Reading Lolita in Tehran became a film directed by Israeli filmmaker Eran Riklis. 

Born into a privileged, Iranian family and educated in both England and the United States, Nafisi saw the great changes in her beloved country as the encroachment of a retrograde, unthinking tyranny, hostile to women and to reason. She moved to the United States in 1997 and became a citizen in 2008. She has served as a professor of English literature in several universities, holds at least nine honorary doctorates and numerous awards and prizes for her creative work. 

Reading Lolita in Tehran
Azar Nafisi
Random House, New York 2003
347 pages

From the Vault:
In these times, certain works of literature seem to be as relevant to us now as when they were published — possibly more relevant than the times that they depict. From the vault of the now closed Literature, Arts and Medicine Database, we will pluck a few items for their power and timeliness.

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