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320 pages, Hardcover
First published June 21, 2011
[...]I knew that if damaged, the sense of smell could come back. That it could return in mysterious ways, ebbing and flowing with my emotions, turning around with words, flipping with color or sound. But I had been avoiding deeper scientific understanding for close to two years. I found in the numb months that I lived in an odorless, textureless world that I just didn't want to know. I found in the exciting, colorful months of return that I didn't care how or why. [...]
I could now smell the milk-white steam of my coffee and the floral haze of perfume emanating from teh woman who sat to my right. But my sense was far from fully restored. I couldn't detect the intricacies of Syrian oregano or lemon thyme, the herbs that were once so relevant to my daily life. [...]
[T]hen again one Saturday morning, my kitchen filled with the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, I looked at the oven, the door of which I rarely cracked. I remembered the calm I once felt when cutting butter, sifting flour, and kneading dough. I remembered the slow rhythm to the mixer's whirl, the clank of heat from the stove. And I thought: I will bake.
I began again with bread.
-p. 138-140
"Smells plug us in," Jonathan Mueller, a neuropsychiatrist in San Francisco, told me. A friend of Oliver Sacks, Mueller had a private practice, which, according to his whimsical website that floats quotes from Nietzsche and neuroscientist Eric Kandel across the screen, deals in psychotherapy and pharmacology; disorders of anxiety and mood and pain.
- p 164