Amazon.com Review
In the decade and a half that AIDS has been with us, Americans' attitudes about the disease and those afflicted with it have largely been shaped by films such as
An Early Frost and
Longtime Companion, the plays
The Normal Heart and
Angels in America, and the overwhelming symbolism of the AIDS quilt. For the most part, these expressions of popular culture focus on a fraction of the AIDS population, those sufferers who are easiest for mainstream Americans to identify with. Dr. Daniel Baxter puts a new face on the AIDS crisis in
The Least of These My Brethren, a chronicle of the years he spent treating patients at the Spellman Center for H.I.V.-Related Diseases at St. Clare's Hospital in downtown Manhattan.
Baxter's patients are drug addicts, prisoners, and prostitutes, people with already broken lives for whom AIDS is just one more trouble to add to the list. There is nothing noble or cinematic about these victims. As they file through the halls and wards of the Spellman Center, Baxter describes their ailments that: AIDS-related lymphoma, rectal bleeding, tuberculosis, and much, much more. Baxter notes in his preface that "We are all ultimately H.I.V. positive in this cumbersome experience called life;" in other words, death is our common fate, the experience that unites even the most disparate individuals. In this shared inevitability, even the most fortunate among us can find empathy for the least.
From Publishers Weekly
This book does for the medical view of AIDS what Paul Monette's Last Watch of the Night or the film Silverlake Life did for the personal aspect. Baxter compiled it over several months while he was staff physician at the country's first designated AIDS center, and now its largest: Catholic St. Clare's Hospital in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen. Taking as his frame the hospital's quarterly recitation of names of the ward's dead, Baxter tells the stories of patients whose lives and deaths have affected him the most profoundly. The composition of the narratives out of these shatteringly affecting recollections is expert and ennobling. That the people Baxter is describing represent the "other," rapidly growing face of AIDS-drug users, prostitutes, prisoners-makes the book's success all the more remarkable. We learn next to nothing about the author himself, except that he is an extraordinarily thoughtful and compassionate man who has grasped the effects of AIDS-on people and society-how it differs from other diseases and how it is the same. That Baxter escapes being either maudlin or saccharine with material so consistently close to the bone is a triumph of thought over reflex.
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