Medicine and Fiction: Feeding My Addiction
Hello to all the loyal followers of SoapBoxInMyMind, and thank you to Angela Kay for inviting me to write a guest post on her wonderful blog site.
I have been asked a lot lately, owing to the release of my novel Altamont Augie, what writing fiction and being a doctor could possibly have in common? Patients and colleagues seem shocked that the rational, left-brain doctor they have come to know and depend on to deliver technologically complex medical care to patients with kidney failure could produce such a right-brain thing as a novel. Where did this come from? they ask. What does writing a novel have to do with giving medical care?
Well, everything. Writing fiction and the practice of medicine are paired callings that require remarkably similar skill sets. And the act of performing these two seemingly disparate activities affects me in exactly the same manner.
When I return from a vacation or long weekend and begin making rounds in the dialysis clinic at 7:00 a.m. on a Monday morning, there is a restlessness inside me that is hard to understand, an anxiousness verging on a state of unease—or dis-ease, if you will. Yet nothing has happened to cause such unease—no personal crisis, no professional calamity. Nothing.
This mysterious, discomfiting anxiety reliably and predictably dissolves shortly after greeting the first patient I see. Simply by asking them how they are doing. And I realize my anxiousness is a withdrawal symptom—withdrawal from attending to the needs of another human being. Like an alcoholic needing a drink or an addict needing a fix, I am addicted to patient care, because the act of placing myself in the service of another human being makes me blissful.
Attending to the needs of others gets me outside myself and leaves me feeling selfless—a good thing, as the Marine Corps drill instructor Westbrook tells his young recruits in my novel: “For to be selfless is to be free of one’s self. And dwellin’ on one’s self is the root of the problem, thinkin’ you deserve this or that…Only selflessness will protect you…”
Medicine allows me to achieve a virtuous state of selflessness through the active process of empathy—vicariously experiencing the lives of others, and in so doing, transcending my own selfishness. And better yet, since I have the technical skills to do so, medicine allows me to help preserve the lives of others. Feeding my addiction to selflessness by saving lives—heady stuff, this ministering to the human condition.
And so it is with writing fiction. It is not possible to limn a complex literary character without becoming, if only for awhile, that character. The same neuronal connections that allow me to empathize with patients—the same empathic connections, putatively located in the anterior cingulate cortex and amygdala—are required to create characters in a novel. And if these characters are believable and seem real, readers will experience a stimulation of their empathic connections, and be moved and profoundly affected by the story the characters participate in. This all-important sense of verisimilitude is the lifeblood of fiction and when achieved, has the potential to influence the lives of others in a positive and lasting way by illuminating the human condition rather than ministering to it, as the practice of medicine does.
But the intent is no less profound: to impact a human life in a positive way. And that is why writing fiction places me in the same blissful state that practicing medicine does, making me redivivus and new by achieving selflessness through empathy—in this case empathy for my characters rather than my patients. Empathy leads to selflessness, a virtue that feels good—a feeling to which I am addicted.
Medicine and fiction, feeding my addiction. Thanks again for having me, Angela.
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From Dr. Barager's website: Altamont Augie, a novel of the late 1960s, is concerned with the meaning of national honor and the choice between nihilism and tradition that all free societies must face.
From Dr. Barager's website: Altamont Augie, a novel of the late 1960s, is concerned with the meaning of national honor and the choice between nihilism and tradition that all free societies must face.
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