I picked up a couple of novels inside, but they also have these great 48 cent carts outside that are stuffed with used books. I acquire all kinds of interesting finds there. Like today: a 1970 copy of Understanding Medicine, written by some Brit whose author biography notes that he “worked with so-called maladjusted children” before going to med school. He also has a German-born wife! The scandal!
It’s quite an amusing read, a sort of precursor to the pop medical books you see these days in Borders and B&N. I am hoping to come across something flat-out wrong, like maybe a reference to leeches or the vapors — something to show me that medicine used to be a hopeless tangle and nowadays, with our immense knowledge of signaling pathways, we have a Superior Understanding of the mechanism of disease. But actually, the book seems pretty decent: straightforward and correct. I admit that I am a little shocked. People knew things before the Internet? Really?
In short: a good find, especially for the price. It will go very nicely with my first edition copy of Lewis Thomas’s Lives of a Cell, acquired around this time last year for the same price.