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The Schopenhauer Cure
A Novel
Irvin D. Yalom
To my community of older buddies who grace me with their friendship, share life`s
inexorable diminishments and losses, and continue to sustain me with their wisdom and
dedication to the life of the mind: Robert Berger, Murray Bilmes, Martel Bryant, Dagfinn
Føllesdahl, Joseph Frank, Van Harvey, Julius Kaplan, Herbert Kotz, Morton Lieberman,
Walter Sokel, Saul Spiro, and Larry Zaroff.
Contents
1Julius knew the life–and–death homilies as well as… 2«Hello, is this Philip Slate?» 3Union Street was sunny and festive. The clatter of silverware… 41787—The Genius: Stormy Beginning and False Start 5Leaving Philip`s office, Julius felt stunned. He gripped the banister… 6Mom and Pop Schopenhauer—Zu Hause 7At five minutes to seven Julius knocked out the ashes… 8Halcyon Days of Early Childhood 9Julius`s spacious Pacific Heights home was far grander than any… 10The Happiest Years of Arthur`s life 11Philip`s First Meeting 121799—Arthur Learns about Choice and Other Worldly Horrors 13Jerking his head to dislodge the annoying couplet from his… 141807—How Arthur Schopenhauer Almost Became a Merchant 15Pam in India 16Schopenhauer`s Main Woman 17At the start of the next meeting all eyes were… 18Pam in India (2) 19Bonnie opened the next meeting with an apology. «Sorry to… 20Foreshadowings of Pessimism 21At the onset of the following meeting, just as Bonnie… 22Women, Passion, Sex 23Bonnie`s concern about the group proved unfounded: at the next… 24Philip walked for hours after the meeting, past the Palace… 25Porcupines, Genius, and the Misanthropist`s Guide to Human Relationships 26At the next meeting Gill plunked himself down, his huge… 27After the session the group gathered for about forty–fiveeir… 28Pessimism as a Way of Life 29«I`d like to continue where we left off,” said Julius,… 30When the group left, Julius watched them walk down his… 31How Arthur Lived 32Julius entered the group room the following week to an… 33Suffering, Rage, Perseverance 34As time raced by, Julius looked forward with increasing anticipation… 35Self–Therapy 36Pam opened the next meeting. «I`ve got something to announce… 37Leaving the group room did not clear the muck from… 38In the following meeting Philip shared neither his frightening experiences… 39Fame, at Last 40Members filed in for the penultimate meeting with contrasting feelings:… 41Death Comes to Arthur Schopenhauer 42Three Years Later NOTES ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO BY IRVIN D. YALOM CREDITS COPYRIGHT ABOUT THE PUBLISHER1
_________________________ Every breath we draw wards off the death that constantly impinges on us.... Ultimately death must triumph, for by birth it has already become our lot and it plays with its prey only for a short while before swallowing it up. However, we continue our life with great interest and much solicitude as long as possible, just as we blow out a soap–bubble as long and as large as possible, although with the perfect certainty that it will burst. _________________________ Julius knew the life–and–death homilies as well as anyone. He agreed with the Stoics, who said, «As soon as we are born we begin to die,” and with Epicurus, who reasoned, «Where I am, death is not and where death is, I am not. Hence why fear death?» As a physician and a psychiatrist, he had murmured these very consolations into the ears of the dying. Though he believed these somber reflections to be useful to his patients, he never considered that they might have anything to do with him. That is, until a terrible moment four weeks earlier which forever changed his life. The moment occurred during his annual routine physical examination. His internist, Herb Katz—an old friend and medical school classmate—had just completed his examination and, as always, told Julius to dress and come to his office for a debriefing. Herb sat at his desk, rifling through Julius`s chart. «On the whole, you look pretty good for an ugly sixty–five–year–old man. Prostate is getting a little swollen, but so is mine. Blood chemistries, cholesterol, and lipid levels are well–behaved—the meds and your diet are doing their job. Here`s the prescription for your Lipitor, which, along with your jogging, has lowered your cholesterol enough. So you can give yourself a break: eat an egg once in a while. I eat two for breakfast every Sunday. And here`s the prescription for your synthyroid. I`m raising the dose a bit. Your thyroid gland is slowly closing down—the good thyroid cells are dying and being replaced by fibrotic material. Perfectly benign condition, as you know. Happens to us all; I`m on thyroid meds myself. «Yes, Julius, no part of us escapes the destiny of aging. Along with your thyroid, your knee cartilage is wearing out, your hair follicles are dying, and your upper lumbar disks are not what they used to be. What`s more, your skin integrity is obviously deteriorating: your epithelial cells are just plain wearing out—look at all those senile keratoses on your cheeks, those brown flat lesions.» He held up a small mirror for Julius to inspect himself. «Must be a dozen more on you since I last saw you. How much time you spending in the sun? Are you wearing a broad–brimmed hat like I suggested? I want you to see a dermatologist about them. Bob King`s good. He`s just in the next building. Here`s his number. Know him?» Julius nodded. «He can burn off the unseemly ones with a drop of liquid nitrogen. I had him remove several of mine last month. No big deal—takes five, ten, minutes. A lot of internists are doing it themselves now. Also there`s one I want him to look at on your back: you can`t see it; it`s just under the lateral part of your right scapula. It looks different from the others—pigmented unevenly and the borders aren`t sharp. Probably nothing, but let`s have him check it. Okay, buddy?» «Probably nothing, but let`s have him check it.» Julius heard the strain and forced casualness in Herb`s voice. But, let there be no mistake, the phrase «pigmented differently and borders aren`t sharp,” spoken by one doc to another, was a cause for alarm. It was code for potential melanoma, and now, in retrospect, Julius identified that phrase, that singular moment, as the point when carefree life ended and death, his heretofore invisible enemy, materialized in all its awful reality. Death had come to stay, it never again left his side, and all the horrors that followed were predictable postscripts. Bob King had been a patient of Julius`s years ago, as had a significant number of San Francisco physicians. Julius had reigned over the psychiatric community for thirty years. In his position as professor of psychiatry at the University of California he had trained scores of students and, five years before, had been president of the American Psychiatric Association. His reputation? The no–bullshit doctor`s doctor. A therapist of last resort, a canny wizard willing to do anything he had to do to help his patient. And that was the reason why, ten years earlier, Bob King had consulted Julius for treatment of his long–standing addiction to Vicodan (the physician–addict`s drug of choice because it is so easily accessible). At that time King was in serious trouble. His Vicodan needs had dramatically increased: his marriage was in jeopardy, his practice was suffering, and he had to drug himself to sleep every night. Bob tried to enter therapy, but all doors were closed for him. Every therapist he consulted insisted that he enter an impaired physician recovery program, a plan which Bob resisted because he was loath to compromise his privacy by attending therapy groups with other physician–addicts. The therapists wouldn`t budge. If they treated a practicing addicted physician without using the official recovery program, they would place themselves at risk of punitive action by the medical board or of personal litigation (if, for example, the patient made an error of judgment in clinical work). As a last resort before quitting his practice and taking- 1
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