"Gabriel Weston's exactitude of expression is rare and uncanny, the more so for the sense one gets that this is a world in which the moral value of truthfulness is ambiguous. Her description of the struggle to remain individual and hence moral is her real achievement. This, to me, is what female writing has to do, and she does it with style and humour and beauty."
— Rachel Cusk
"A curiously thrilling read, written with an elegance of expression heightened by both its clarity and economy. Weston slices into sentences with scalpel-like precision."
— The Guardian (UK)
"Like an episode of House, but without the close up shots of furrowed brows … the writing is colourful, even artful…. Gabriel Weston the writer has serious talent — were she penning TV scripts, doctor shows might very well be a little more watchable."
— National Post
"If Gabriel Weston wields her scalpel as confidently and precisely as she does her pen, she is a masterful surgeon indeed…. A haunting and ultimately hopeful account of her journey to self-understanding, acceptance and preservation…. Weston's language is elegant, her images powerful, her references to art and literature effective. But her memoir is outstanding because it bears witness to the human capacity to honestly interrogate and learn from the past."
— Winnipeg Free Press
"Gabriel Weston succeeds in illuminating a medical world too darkly dim, and she does it by answering the question so many people have of their doctors: 'Just who is it behind that mask?' In Weston's case, it is a woman who is honest, deeply brave, and to the fortune of both her readers and patients, richly human."
— Dr. James Maskalyk, author of Six Months in Sudan
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From the Back Cover
Surgeons have long been known for their allergy to doubt, an unsurprising trait in professionals who must play God, routinely risking someone else's life to do their job. But in this illuminating memoir, Gabriel Weston reveals the emotions, passions, and doubts normally hidden behind a surgeon's mask.
Interweaving her own story with those of her patients, old and young, Weston evokes both the humor and the heartbreak that come from medicine's daily confrontation with the ultimate unknowability of the human body. With prose that does not flinch from the raw, graphic realities of a surgeon's day, Weston confronts life, death, and the unique difficulties of being a female surgeon in a heavily male-dominated profession.--This text refers to the Paperback edition.