…The oak-paneled library was the quietest and most beautiful room in the house, to my eyes, and it vied with my little chemistry lab as my favourite place to be. When I was a child, my favourite place at home was the library, a large oak-paneled room with all four walls covered by bookcases - and a solid table for writing and studying in the middle. This is what he writes in his essay “Libraries”: One when he wistfully records the demise of print collections in libraries in favour of digital books thereby losing the opportunity of serendipitous gems such as the 1873 book Megrim. Sacks has the astonishing ability to make many light bulbs go on inside one’s head and think, “Exactly! This is it! He got it!” In Everything in its Place there are two particular instances when this happens. Fortunately after his passing, some of his unpublished writings were published in a collection called River of Consciousness and now Everything in its Place puts together his contributions to various magazines and newspapers. He read voraciously, wrote beautifully and with a precision that is a sheer delight to behold. A huge loss to the world particularly to the world of writing and reading. British neurologist, naturalist, historian of science, and author Oliver Sacks died in 2015.
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