5/13/2023 0 Comments The unnamed midwife trilogyWhen beggars die in a state of bizarre deterioration in New York, there are no comets seen when two doctors still on the staff of a mighty New York hospital die in a state of bizarre deterioration, the heavens themselves blaze forth questions of responsibility. One was the very fact of the men’s twinship, the doubleness which had given them a mutual birth date and now a mutual death date as well. Several aspects of the deaths contributed to my stupefaction. The story of their deaths had, for me, even in its barest bones, that element of stupefying reality that Philip Roth calls an “embarrassment” to the writer’s imagination here was a reality that could make the capabilities of even the most imaginative writer seem meager. Like so many other people I spoke with this summer, I found myself uncharacteristically haunted by the deaths of Stewart and Cyril Marcus, the twin gynecologists found gaunt and already partially decayed in their East 63rd Street apartment amidst a litter of garbage and pharmaceuticals.
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