I'd never heard of Selzer before, yet was intrigued by his book when I saw it in my local bookstore. He's a surgeon-turned-writer, and quite a writer he is: precise, elegant and far-reaching in his interests (bird watching, travel, medicine and religion as seen through the eyes of an atheist, to mention a few). For years he's kept a diary, mostly to flex his writing muscles on a regular basis, and a few years of his entries are collected here. He comes across as an oddly lovable curmudgeon; he doesn't suffer fools, but then again puts up with his "loonies" (a collection of possibly mentally ill acquaintances with whom he maintains relationships through the years) far more than most people would. This book goes all over the place, but I was never bored, and frequently paused to marvel at some of his insights and observations.