I finally finished Oliver Sacks' Musicophilia, and *yawn*, thank god for that. It's not a bad book, don't get me wrong, but there is no steak to go with the four hundred pages of sizzle. Sacks has a lot of great anecdotes, and a Bostoner (Bostonite?) would probably say he was 'wicked awesome' to talk to at a party:
(My video embedding skill are failing me again.)
Still, I can't honestly say I'm a better or even more informed person for having read this book. You could easily skip around from chapter to chapter as stories grab your interest. And I'm sure plenty of people will enjoy it. I was hoping for more content, though.
For another take on the book, check this previous post.
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