There is nothing I detest as much as autobiographies and autobiographers! These are, for me, than vain attempts to convince more self of his own qualities, a building of his neighbor; a height of conceit that does not deserve any respect. I'm there a difference from the biographer, whose aims are to make us close a great person, a stranger who deserves recognition '
This self-sufficiency, which borders on the hardest exhibitionism, is not an argument that can relax; Yet in every rule there are exceptions.
When I knew that Jean Christophe Rufin) wrote an autobiography 'chronic modestly subtitled a mobile doctor' and, knowing that I have great respect for this writer multifaceted; I was very embarrassed. The man was he descended so low that now devotes himself to the contemplation of himself?
I had to clarify that at once, overcome my anxiety to witness the fall of a discrete image, and the end of a pen agile to drive and own worlds unknown to dream '
Again, the pace, the quality of the language took me the first lines. It is with his usual vigor as Jean Christophe Rufin plunges us into an adventure that stands out of the ordinary, its history. The character appears in the guise of a generous man to the whole character, that only may force its ideals. He painted the underside of a world manipulated by the media, does not hesitate to undress few glories of their light attire, to stage its own failures in the tone of comedy. Throughout this book, we meet a host of characters which only the writer can draw a picture, without making a crime of lese majesty, for that is his talent. A provision that Jean Christophe Rufin explains very well in describing his view of medicine, as he conceives and loves to practice it; Avicenna medicine itself does not envisage otherwise than human and philosophical.
As always with the books of Jean Christophe Rufin is in a whirlwind that the reader is taken, a spiral that will not release it before the end of the book.
A leopard on the withers: Chronicles of a Nomad doctor
