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A doctor's story and a neuropsychiatrist at that although he writes of himself as a psychotherapist. The psychoanalytic note is muted although it is there. The book is partly autobiographical and partly a loose yet coordinated collection of case histories told with rare skill and in pleasing English. That the author knows his business, either in Harley Street or in the slums there is little doubt and that he has a grand time most of the time, due to a rare temperament, is also evident.
It is not impossible that many physicians meet with just the sort of situations here graphically and ingeniously outlined, but it is equally probable that they do not take them in. They are not made that way as was this Lancashire-born boy who, even from the beginning, had acute perception of and canny insight into the emotions of his human, very human, fellow men and women.
There is nothing stodgy here, no preachments, no effort to be smart. Cut pages, some 600 or more of good narrative with sound psychological insight.
It is a work to be heartily recommended, and one of those rarest of doctors’ books that cannot fail to be of service to physicians and to patients alike.