The Monday Book – On the Move: A Life by Oliver Sacks

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader and always learning; sometimes substitute teaching, sometimes grandbabysitting, sometimes selling books

On the Move: A Life by Oliver Sacks

I actually listened to this one rather than reading the print version, BUT there were so many things I wanted to go back to in reference that I have since starting it purchased the printed edition as well.

Eventually I will read everything Oliver Sacks ever wrote prior to his passing, in August of 2015. By my own estimation, I am maybe 1/6 to 1/5 of the way in so far. My entry to Oliver Sacks was, like many, watching the movie Awakenings, which was based on his book by the same title. Having no idea who Oliver Sacks was and/or how he was involved with that project, I was with his very brief and relevant collection of thnext introduced to his writing via one of his short–three essays, I believe–collections called Gratitude. And ever since then I have been quite fascinated by Sacks’s stories, his brain, his storytelling–really by everything, seemingly, that makes Oliver Sacks, well…Oliver Sacks, and I wish to know and understand it all. His is a fascinating story and for so many layers of reason.

Sacks is smart and funny, thoughtful and sometimes artistically selfish, but engagedly entertaining; everything that I have read of his has given me some new perspectives on life, added interesting new layers of consideration for my own, made me think about something or some things differently from how I previously had. And if I ever do seek the attention of a psychologist, I plan to ask whether he/she/they have read Sacks. I think that’d be my standard for the smartest among them. He’s a scientist, a medical professional, a doctor–and yet he tends to people and their concerns in a patient and thoughtfully thorough way, having pondered so many situations and collected so many interesting cases over time.

In On the Move, one of his final literary projects, we read more of a memoir of Sacks’s earlier life and experiences as well as his most recent, both his initiation into romance and relationships along with fairly solid distate for it all, his coming out as a homosexual, and then as only occurred many years later, his finding true love at 77 and building a relationship with Bill Hayes. And learning about him prompted me to add his own Insomniac City to my tbr list as well.

Additionally we learn about Sacks’s relationship with his very successful and similarly smart parents, both doctors as well, and each of them passing away before him. On the Move is also about Sacks’s move from the UK to the US, and here he also explains his preference to remain an “alien” over pursuing US citizenship.

Sacks has lots to say and is a great teacher of life.

On the Move: A Life is a great read. Just like a woman who came into the bookstore recently looking for a book by Sacks and sharing why she similarly admires him, I, too, am (and already!) reading Sacks’s Musicophilia next. May I just say how much it pleased me to have someone asking for Oliver Sacks books? She explained that as a retired AP Psychology teacher, she was on a mission to read everything he had ever written. Me, too, Ms. __…me, too!

Lessons From Turtle

Some days you have to pull in, tuck up, and regenerate. Some days you lumber through the world, and everything else must get out of your way.

Like a turtle. Turtles are underrated as a species, the butt of jokes about being slow and trying to cross roads. But turtles are amazing creatures, in real life and in folklore.

(I interviewed one once…see below.)

My favorite story about a jerk getting himself out of being a jerk belongs to a turtle, in fact……

Turtle was in a foul temper, which is why he crashed headlong into Elephant’s foot.

Elephant looked down. “Hey, little buddy. You hurt yourself? You were going fast there.” He trumpeted a laugh.

Sucking in air, Turtle growled, “You think you’re a big bad jungle animal? Ha! I could take you with one claw tied behind my shell.”

Elephant blinked. He raised his foot and hovered it over Turtle, who resisted the urge to pull in, as Elephant weighed his options.

“That’s right, take the easy way!” Turtle shouted. “I challenge you to a real duel.”

Lowering his foot, Elephant leaned against a tree as he laughed. “You… me… hahahoho okay, little guy. You’ve got this coming. Say where and when.”

“Edge of the swamp, just before sunset!”

Turtle moved down the road as fast as his legs could carry him, and as Elephant said, “Get your affairs in order, then.”

Straight to the swamp, Turtle went, stuck his head underwater, and yelled, “Yo, Hippo!”

Hippo came up with a loud yawn. “This better be good; you woke me up.”

“I’m stronger than you,” Turtle said, examining his claws with an air of disdain.

Hippo turned his head and gave Turtle side-eye. “You’re… what now?”

“I said what I said. And I’ll prove it. Be in those rushes over there just before sunset. I’m challenging you to a duel!”

Muttering, “You’ve lost your mind; I’ll be there,” Hippo sank into the mud.

That evening, Turtle waited in the tall plants at the edge of the swamp with a heavy vine.

When Hippo appeared, he gave him one end. “When I yell go, pull. First one to pull the other into the bog or onto the land wins.”

With another “You’re crazy,” Hippo took the rope and waited.

Turtle crawled to the land with the other end, and gave it to Elephant, who appeared with a few friends. He got the same instructions, as his friends trumpeted laughter. Turtle crawled into the reed and yelled “Go!’

Hippo pulled; Elephant pulled. For almost an hour they pulled, but neither mighty animal could beat the other.

Finally Turtle yelled, “Stop!” Then he crawled to the bank where Elephant lay, panting with exhaustion.

“Well?” Turtle said, and Elephant looked at him with new respect.

“I had no idea you were so… tough. Truce?” Elephant huffed.

Turtle inclined his head graciously as Elephant’s friends helped him up, casting furtive glances back at Turtle.

Inside the swamp, Hippo’s eyes were glazed. “How did you get so strong?!” he sputtered.

“Kale. I eat a lot of kale. You ready to admit I’m tougher than I look?”

“Absolutely. Hey, could you bring me some kale? I’ll pay you.”

“I’ll think about it,” Turtle turned on his claw and sauntered away.

Moral: If your big mouth gets you in trouble, use your big brain to get out of it.