Actually, I rate the book at 3.5 stars.
As true as the back cover read, the book is raunchy, troubling, hilarious and another personal addition, it's DEPRESSING.
Plot Outline: The story is narrated by Dr. Roy Basch, a student of BMS, about his life during the year of his internship at the House of God. The central characters are: his constant girlfriend Berry, his co-interns Potts and Chuck, senior the Fat Man, the hospital hierarchy including Jo, Fish and Leggo, the nursing staff at the hospital with a special mention of Molly (his part-time pass-time) and, of course, the patients.
A lot of things about the book actually troubled me, most of them rooting down to the Fat Man.
1. Refering to the old people as GOMERS (Get Out of My Emergency Room) as if they are pests or pathogens, for that matter.
2. That, the GOMERS don't die, hoe absurd is that.
3. AGE+BUN=Lasix dosage, common, who the hell does that.
4. The way the hospital nursing staff is looked upon.
5. GOMERS go to ground, (this one seriously made me feel pity of the patients)
6. And the worst of all, the Fat Man teaching the rubbish, nonsense, self framed laws to the new interns, PROCESSING a batch of POTENTIALLY LETHAL doctors.
But then there also are numerous bitter truths about life, about internship, about disease and about death. The deaths described are specially depressing, be it of Dr. Sangers, who bleed in Roy's lap to death, Saul the tailor begging Roy to let him die and Roy finally letting him die of cardiac hyperpolarisation, the Yellow Man, it was all too bad.
Pott's suicide brings as much relief as shock, the poor fellow ahd being dying everyday since the admission of the Yellow Man out of his inability to help him, save him.
Then, there are also some funny instances but they are largely overshadowed by the gloomy base plot.
Inspite of all this, on the whole, I liked the book. Despite the fact that it scares the hell out of me of the life in clinics and internship, I thank the author to have put up a blunt picture (even though largely exaggerated) of a doctor's life which seems all rosy, the whites don't really remain spotless.
Till the end of the story i had pegged the rating at 2.5 stars, largely coz it left me depressed. The rating however went a notch up after I read the afterword by the author. To know that I wasn't the only one to feel bad after reading the book for the first time, came as a relief. As the author puts it, that most people read the book thrice, first, before entering the clinics and describing the book as a highly exaggerated account (just like me), second when they are in the clinics and realise that it actually is true and third, when they are through this phase and look upon at it being actually true and that they have made through the phase.
This makes me optimistic about the fact that I might come to like this book more in the coming years and that I, too, shall pass this dreadful upcoming phase.
For those who are not into medicine as profession or study, the book might not be comprehensible enough for the extensive usage of medical lingo. Also, the fresh-into-med-school shouldn't read it, it's way too hard to handle.