This story, written by a doctor, revolves around doctors and the people who love (and hate) them, and their patients. In spite of the date of the book, the novel is very frank about such subjects as sex, contraception, and even euthanasia. This piece has aged very well, and contains some of the most mature outlooks on topics such as assisted dying and suicide I've read in my life, which considering it was written about the same time as I was born is no mean feat.
This was one of the pulp fiction books I pick up for travel reading, but it turned out to be more wonderful than I expected.
The characters are sound, and the story guides one through the medical world of the late 20th century, and it ends on a gentle, pleasant note. I was expecting a more steep ending filled with anguish.