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Gray Matter

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by Gary Braver
 

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Rachel Whitman has everything. She's young, attractive, and affluent. Her husband is the brilliant CEO of his own company. They have a big new house in a flossy Boston suburb. They have all the brand-name "toys" that go along with wealth. And they have a gorgeous, sweet little six-year-old son named Dylan.

But Dylan has learning disabilities. Although

Overview

Rachel Whitman has everything. She's young, attractive, and affluent. Her husband is the brilliant CEO of his own company. They have a big new house in a flossy Boston suburb. They have all the brand-name "toys" that go along with wealth. And they have a gorgeous, sweet little six-year-old son named Dylan.

But Dylan has learning disabilities. Although intelligence isn't everything, Rachel lives in a community where the rewards for brainpower are conspicuous. She fears her son will grow up never fully appreciating the wonders of life. Like so many middle-class parents who would do anything to improve life for their children—whether it means fixing hair, teeth, or nose—Rachel cannot accept that her child is less than perfect.

Tortured by the idea that something she did in the past caused Dylan's problems, Rachel becomes obsessed with a secret and expensive medical procedure that claims to turn slow children into geniuses.

Should she and her husband sacrifice their new fortune on the risky, experimental procedure for the sake of their son's happiness? Unaware of the real consequences of the brain enhancement procedure, Rachel can't know that the costs of the operation go far beyond financial ones.



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Editorial Reviews

Vermette
Do intelligent people have better lives? Do more opportunities come their way? Do they get into better schools?

If you could give your child straight white teeth, would you? If your child needed plastic surgery to be accepted on the playground, would you have it done? If your child were falling behind in the classroom, would you do anything to help him become smarter?

"Gray Matter" is a page-turning medical thriller by Northeastern University Professor Gary Braver that addresses these questions. I literally could not put this book down until I was finished.

In this, his second novel, Braver showcases families with moral and ethical issues around enhancing intelligence. Rachel Whitman has everything going for her; she's young, beautiful, and not wanting for anything. Her husband is CEO of his own company. They've just moved to an upscale Boston suburb with their six-year-old son Dylan.

Dylan is enrolled in DellKids, a kindergarten on the grounds of the Dells Country Club. Dylan isn't having an easy time. He's not as quick to learn as the other kids and he is harassed by the star pupil. His IQ is below average. Rachel must come to accept that her child has a learning disability and, due to past use of a drug that's now known to be dangerous, she may be to blame for his condition.

Not all is bad with Dylan. He may pronounce "Mrs. MacPhearson's Jaguar" as "Mrs. M'Phearson Jagger" but he has a fantastic singing voice and can remember songs as soon as he hears them. Still Rachel worries that if he's already behind, he'll be picked on more as he gets older and he won't be able to follow in his father's footsteps.

Then Rachel learns of an "enhancement" procedure that can increase a child's IQ threefold. Should she and her husband put up all their money now so that Dylan will have a chance at a successful life? As Rachel gathers information, she questions whether the procedure will be worth it to Dylan in the long run. The decision has to be made soon; the doctor won't perform the surgery if the child is more than six and a half years old.

"Gray Matter" is a must read for any fan of medical thrillers, mysteries, science fiction, or just good writing.

Gary Braver is the pen name for Gary Goshgarian. His first thriller, "Elixir," about finding the fountain of youth, was published in 2001. He teaches creative writing and popular culture, and lives with his wife and two sons outside Boston. ion
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Publishers Weekly
Visceral chills enliven the otherwise predictable path of Braver's second scientific thriller (after Elixir). Uber-yuppie Rachel Whitman worries about the teasing her slow-witted six-year-old son Dylan suffers at the hands of his brilliant playmate Lucinda at the fancy Massachusetts North Shore day care center he attends; worse, she fears that her college drug experimentation caused Dylan's deficiency. Seeing Rachel's distress, Lucinda's mother, Sheila, confides that Lucinda was much like Dylan until she was treated by Dr. Lucius Malenko at his exclusive Nova Children's Center to medically enhance her intelligence. Malenko's other patients include young Julian Watts, who works hours on end making exquisite pointillist paintings and has ground his teeth to nubs; Brendan LaMotte, who has a computer-like memory and deep emotional problems (he fantasizes about killing his grandfather); and Nicole DaFoe, who's sleeping with her history teacher and sabotages her academic rival to secure an important scholarship. Meanwhile, dogged police detective Greg Zakarian obsessively pores over the long-unsolved death of an unidentified little boy, even as another boy is abducted. This convoluted yarn works best when Braver keeps all his storylines in play, but as the plot unfolds, he focuses mostly on Rachel, whose worries about her son's failure to over-achieve make her the most conventional and perhaps least compelling of his characters. Still, he paints a rich tableau of creepy medical details and middle-class status anxiety and pulls off an explosive finale. Agent, Susan Crawford. National advertising. (Sept.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Medical thriller with an abundance of preaching—and a blessed lack of typical plot machinations.

The Big Issue in Braver’s second novel (after Elixir, 2000) is the obsession of the upper classes with hyper-performing children and the tendency to push them too far. The subjects are an upwardly mobile Massachusetts couple, Martin and Rachel Whitman, who have a delightful six-year-old named Dylan. While still able to function on a basic level, Dylan shows some definite signs of being developmentally disabled. Since Rachel is a Type A mother with predilections toward obsession, and Martin is a driven workaholic who runs an egghead-hunting firm in Cambridge, Dylan’s slowness don’t sit too well with them. To add some spice and guilt to the bourgeois mix, Braver tosses in Rachel’s having experimented in college with a kind of acid called TNT, which had the advantage of ramping up sexual pleasure but the disadvantage of sometimes causing later problems with offspring. It doesn’t take long for Rachel and Martin, via a friend, to get hooked up with Dr. Lucius Malenko. Disregarding the voice in the back of their heads that tells them to avoid people with sulphur-smelling names like Malenko, Martin and Rachel listen to his proposal to perform a radical surgical procedure on Dylan that will drastically enhance his intellect (for a mere million bucks and a promise to keep it a secret). As the Whitmans try to decide, we gradually see the full extent of Malenko’s secret procedure, which he’s already performed on a number of children who turned out smart but very disturbed. Braver succumbs to a fair amount of windy proselytizing about upper-class Americans’ need to have every child a genius, but healso, fortunately, avoids most of the cloak-and-dagger brouhaha of the genre.

A solid enough performer but unlikely to win the author many new fans.

From the Publisher
Gray Matter is one of those rare and stunning thrillers that not only made my pulse race, it also challenged my firmly held beliefs about human intelligence. This is a thought-provoking and controversial novel that will chill you to the bone.”—Tess Gerritsen, author of The Apprentice

“Packs the emotional wallop and tension of a Stephen King novel with the cutting edge science and engrossing pace of Robin Cook or Michael Crichton. Riveting from page one!”—Robert B. Parker

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429971249
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
04/01/2010
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Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
541,861
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Gray Matter


By Gary Braver

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2002 Gary Goshgarian
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-7124-9


CHAPTER 1

THE PRESENT HAWTHORNE, MASSACHUSETTS


Dylan was in the middle of the chorus of "Bloody Mary" when Rachel Whitman turned into the lot of the Dells Country Club. Martin, Dylan's father, loved show tunes and Dylan had learned many by heart.

"'Now ain't that too damn bad?'"

"Darn," Rachel said and pulled into the shade of a huge European elm, trying to shake the sense of grief that had gripped her for the last several days. "Too darn bad."

"But the song says damn, Mom."

"I know, but damn is not a polite word for six-year-old boys."

"How come?"

"It just isn't." She was not in the mood to argue.

"There's Mrs. M'Phearson Jagger," announced Dylan.

There was a time when she found the way he said things adorable — sweet baby-talk artifacts that she'd let go by. But the specialist had said that they had to work at this together, even if it meant correcting him every time.

"You have to keep after him. He has to hear the rules in action so they'll sink in."

"Jag-WHAR," she corrected. "And it's Mrs. MacPhearson's Jaguar." She emphasized the s.

"Jag-WHAR, but I like Jagger better. 'Now, ain't that too damn bad?'" he sang.

Rachel parked next to the green Jaguar alongside of the clubhouse, a sprawling and elegant white structure that appeared to glow against the emerald fairways that rolled away to the sea.

For a moment, Rachel stared through the windshield at the dappled sunlight playing across the gold-lacquered hood. Sitting in her big shiny Maxima, dressed in her white DKNY sundress and Movado watch and Ferragamo sandals, her sculpted raven hair and discreet black glasses, she would, to the casual observer, appear to be a woman who had it all — a woman blessed by fortune, a woman of rare privilege, a woman who saw nothing but endless blue skies above her head. And Rachel Whitman did have it all — health, a successful marriage, money, a beautiful new home in one of the flossiest North Shore suburbs, and an adorable little boy. Or almost all ...

It wasn't as if they'd found a dysfunctional kidney. Just a setback that they would make the best of.

"Mom, do I have to go?"

Dylan looked up at her with those gorgeous green eyes. So full of depth.

"But you like DellKids."

"Yeah, but I don't like her. I don't wanna go." His mouth began to quiver as he fought back tears.

"Who?"

He looked out his window and took a couple deep breaths to control himself.

"You mean Miss Jean?" Rachel asked. Miss Jean was one of the day-care counselors. Her yellow VW Bug was parked nearby.

"No, Lucinda. I don't like her." His eyes began to fill up.

"Lucinda MacPhearson?"

"I hate her. She's mean."

Lucinda was Sheila's seven-year-old daughter — and one of the twelve kids in DellKids, a day-care center located in a separate wing of the clubhouse. Since school let out last week, Dylan was attending it full-time now. Because the waiting list for full club membership was years long, Rachel and Martin had purchased a social membership which allowed them dining, pool, and tennis privileges, as well as DellKids. That was fine with Rachel who didn't play golf.

"How is she mean?"

Dylan didn't answer nor did he have to. Rachel knew and felt the heat of irritation rise. Lucinda was a very bright child, but she was bossy and a knowit-all. Like an intolerant schoolmarm, she would hold forth with Dylan and the other kids on operating computer games or fashioning Play-Doh. Dylan was too proud to admit how the little brat had humiliated him.

"Do you want to tell me what she said?" It crossed her mind to speak to Sheila, though it would be awkward since Sheila had sold them their house and sponsored their Dells membership.

But Dylan didn't respond. Something out the window had caught his attention. "What's that man doing?" he asked.

One of the waiters, a big kid in his teens, was standing half-hidden behind a tree outside the kitchen and staring through field glasses at a girl sunning herself on a poolside lounge chair. While Rachel watched, the boy suddenly slapped himself in the face.

For a moment Rachel thought she was seeing things. But he did it again — he slapped himself in the face. Then again and again — all the while peering through the field glasses at the girl by the pool.

"Why he hitted himself?"

But Rachel didn't have an answer. Nor did she correct Dylan. Nor was she sure if she should do something. She thought about getting out of the car and approaching him, but then what? "Gee, young man, you really shouldn't be whacking your face like that." What if he suddenly turned on her? The kid clearly looked disturbed.

And yet, there was something bizarrely purposeful in his behavior — the way he kept studying the girl between slaps, as if waiting for a reaction from her. Or maybe punishing himself for Peeping Tom thoughts. "I don't know," Rachel muttered and got out.

The sound of the closing doors alerted the kid. He shot them a look as they moved toward the clubhouse, then disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Rachel and Dylan wondering what that was all about.

"Is he a crazy man, Mom?"

"I don't know, but I think we better get inside before we're late."

She hustled Dylan to their entrance, hoping that the waiter would be confined to the kitchen and not wander into the day-care center.

"You know what I think?" he said as they moved inside. "I think he a dummy."

"Don't use that word."


Sheila was at their usual table beside the one-way windows through which they could watch their kids. The playroom was a large colorful open area with small tables and chairs scattered about, computer terminals, plants, books, posters, cages with turtles, and a huge brown rabbit. It had been carefully designed for a bright nurturing atmosphere. Miss Jean, like her assistant, was a former elementary-school teacher who had been hired full-time by the club. Together they made of DellKids an enlightened center for members' children. And three years ago it was awarded full day-care licensing by the state.

Rachel watched through the window as Jean gathered the children around one of the several computers. While she explained the particular program, the kids listened. All but Dylan, that is. He was making faces at another boy to get him to laugh. A couple of times Miss Jean had to ask Dylan to stop his antics and listen up. After a few minutes, they broke up into groups of twos and, thankfully, he was teamed up with a sweet little girl named Shannon.

The boy from out back stepped through the kitchen door carrying a tray of food for people at another table. "I see we've got a new waiter," Rachel said.

"Oh, that's just Brendan LaMotte," Sheila said. "His grandfather used to be the club plumber and got him a job as a caddy, but they moved him inside because they needed an extra body."

Brendan was a large sullen-looking kid, probably from one of the local high schools. "Is he ... okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he seems rather weird. As we were coming in, he was out back slapping himself in the face."

"What?"

Rachel described the scene with the girl and field glasses.

"Hormones," Sheila said with a dismissive gesture. "Actually he's kind of a sad case. His parents were killed in a car accident a few years ago, and he's living alone with his grandfather. He's a little strange, but he's perfectly harmless. So, how's Martin's new business venture doing?"

Rachel took the invitation to change the subject. "Fine, but I hardly ever see him." Over the last two years, Martin's recruitment business had expanded phenomenally, moving out of a cramped office in Hanover to a fancy suite just off Memorial Drive in Cambridge.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel saw Brendan approach their table. He was a tall, somewhat pudgy kid with a pimply round face, a shiny black ponytail, and intense black eyes.

"Hey, Brendan. How you doing?" Sheila chortled, trying to warm him up.

"F-fine," he said curtly.

"Do you know Mrs. Whitman? She's a recent member."

He glanced at Rachel with those laser eyes. "I know who she is."

Something about his wording sent an unpleasant ripple through Rachel.

"I'll have the usual," Sheila said.

"Whole wheat English m-muffin, split, toasted medium-well, a half-pad of margarine, fruit cup — no maraschino cherries — decaf hazelnut with skim milk, small glass of vanilla-flavored soy milk." His slight stuttering disappeared as he rattled all that off, while the braces on his teeth flashed, adding to his robotic delivery.

Sheila smiled. "You got it."

He turned to Rachel. "You?"

His manner was so blunt and his expression so intense that Rachel was momentarily thrown off. "I'll have a cappuccino and a bagel, please."

He made an impatient sigh. "We have p-plain, sesame, raisin, poppy seed, sunflower seed, salt, egg, sun-dried tomato, onion, garlic, four-grain, and everything which includes garlic, onion, poppy and sesame seeds, and salt but not the other ingredients." It was like being addressed by a machine.

"Raisin."

"Cream cheese?"

"Yes, please, on the side."

"Regular or fat-free, which is thirty calories for two tablespoons versus a hundred for regular, and five milligrams of cholesterol, but of course you get the xanthan and carob-bean gums plus potassium sorbate and sodium tripolyphosphate and all the artificial flavors and colors. Suit yourself."

Rachel began to smile, thinking that he was joking — that he was doing some kind of Jim-Carrey-waiter-from-hell routine the way he rattled that off with edgy rote. But nothing in his expression said he was playacting. His face remained impassive, the only thing moving was his mouth and that bizarre tic: While he spoke his left eyelid kept flickering as if trying to ward off a gnat. Rachel also noticed that he had no order pad or pen to record the orders.

She preferred the fat-free but didn't want to set him off. "I'll have the regular."

"Toasted?"

"Yes."

"Light, dark, or medium?"

She did not dare question the options. "Medium."

"Orange juice?"

"Yes, please."

"It's fresh squeezed, not from concentrate, but it's Stop and Shop not Tropicana premium. You still want it?"

"I guess. Yes."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, please, thank you," Rachel gasped.

He then turned on his heel and slouched back into the kitchen.

Rachel saucered her eyes. "My God! I feel as if I've just been interrogated."

Sheila chuckled. "He is a tad intense."

"A tad? Someone get him a straitjacket."

"It could be worse. He could be your caddy. Ask him for advice on a club and he'll cite everything from barometric pressure and dew point to the latest comparative test data on shaft technology. He's a walking encyclopedia. He also has a photographic memory."

"I noticed he didn't write down our orders."

"He never does."

A kid with a photographic memory who smashes himself in the face while ogling girls through field glasses.

"He can also recite Shakespeare by the pound. In summer stock last year they did Romeo and Juliet and he ended up memorizing every part. He's amazing."

"Where does he go to school?"

"He dropped out."

"Lucky for his teachers," Rachel said, and looked over Sheila's shoulder through the one-way glass.

Her stomach knotted. Lucinda had wandered over to Dylan and Shannon's computer and parked herself at their desk, explaining something that they apparently couldn't get right. As she watched, Rachel felt a wave of sadness flush over her resentment. While she wanted to go in there and shake Lucinda, the girl's confidence had clearly left poor Dylan in the shadows. While eager to be with it, his frustration had reduced him to making goofy faces and sounds to deflect attention — a measure that pained Rachel for its desperation. Some of the nearby kids laughed, but not Lucinda, who chided Dylan so that Miss Jean had to come over and ask him to settle down. She then took Dylan and Shannon to a free terminal and reexplained the procedure.

Rachel tried to hold tight, but she could feel the press of tears. Dylan was out of his league in there. He had a great singing voice, and she had thought someday to enroll him in a children's choir, but he was not one of those "cyberbrats," as Martin called them. Dylan was adorable and sociable and funny, but he lacked the focus of these other kids. Yes, she chided herself for making comparisons even though every other parent did the same thing — gauged their own against the competition: OPK, as Martin labeled them — "other people's kids." Yes, she reminded herself that what mattered was his happiness.

But in a flash-glimpse down the long corridor of time, she saw how hard life was going to be for him, especially being brought up in a community that thrived on merit.

"Was it something I said?" Sheila asked, noticing tears pool in Rachel's eyes.

"No, of course not." Rachel paused to compose herself as Brendan delivered the coffees then moved off to adjust the dinnerware at a nearby table.

She took a sip. "It's Dylan. He's fine ... just fine ... healthwise, thank God. It's just that he's got some learning disabilities."

"He has?"

Rachel had known Sheila for only a few months, but she felt comfortable confiding in her. It was Sheila who had helped them get settled in town. Besides, all of Rachel's old friends were fifty miles or more from here; and her mother lived in Phoenix, and her brother Jack, in San Diego. "He's having difficulty reading," she said. "He tries, but he has problems connecting written words to sounds."

"Give him a break! He's only six years old. Some kids start later than others."

"I guess, but he's a bit behind." The reality was that the other kids in his class were miles beyond him. She and Martin had hoped to get him into Beaver Hill, a well-respected private elementary school where Lucinda was enrolled, but he didn't pass the entrance tests. So they enrolled him at Marsden Public Elementary. Only a month into the school year, and his teacher had alerted Rachel to his language difficulties and problems following simple instructions.

"Have you tried those phonics books and tapes?" Sheila asked.

"We've got all of them — books, tapes, videos. You name it. We even have a language therapist. He's got some kind of blockage or whatever. He doesn't get it."

"But he will. All kids do. He's just a late bloomer. In ten years he'll probably be a published author like Vanessa Watts's son, Julian. Didn't talk until he was four, and at age thirteen he wrote a book about mazes. I don't know anything about them, but I guess there's a whole bunch of maze freaks out there. Whatever, he got it published and had all this press."

Rachel nodded but felt little consolation.

"You know, you could have him evaluated to see what his skills and problems are."

"We did all that already." She had even arranged an MRI scan the other day, although she did not mention that to Sheila. In fact, she hadn't even told Martin.

"I see."

Rachel could sense Sheila's curiosity, wondering how he had tested. But Rachel would not betray him. Although Rachel questioned the validity of IQ tests, there was something terribly definitive about them — like fingerprints or Universal Product Codes. Once the number was out, a person was forever ranked. Hi, my name is Dylan Whitman and I'm an 83, seventeen points below the national average.

"I know I'm being foolish," Rachel said, struggling to maintain composure. "It's not like he has some terrible disease, for God's sake."

"That's right, and you keep telling yourself that. Test scores aren't everything."

Easy for you to say with your little whiz kid in there, Rachel thought sourly.

Sheila was right, of course — and were they still living in Rockville, she wouldn't have been so aware. But this was a town of trophy houses and trophy kids — a town where the rewards for intelligence were in-your-face conspicuous. Hawthorne was an upscale middle-class community of professional people, all smart and well educated. To make matters worse, Dylan was now surrounded by high-pedigree children, bred for success by ambitious parents who knew just how clever their kids were and where they stood against the competition: which kids were the earliest readers, who got what on the SATs, who ranked where in their class, who got into the hot schools.


(Continues...)

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Vermette
Do intelligent people have better lives? Do more opportunities come their way? Do they get into better schools?

If you could give your child straight white teeth, would you? If your child needed plastic surgery to be accepted on the playground, would you have it done? If your child were falling behind in the classroom, would you do anything to help him become smarter?

"Gray Matter" is a page-turning medical thriller by Northeastern University Professor Gary Braver that addresses these questions. I literally could not put this book down until I was finished.

In this, his second novel, Braver showcases families with moral and ethical issues around enhancing intelligence. Rachel Whitman has everything going for her; she's young, beautiful, and not wanting for anything. Her husband is CEO of his own company. They've just moved to an upscale Boston suburb with their six-year-old son Dylan.

Dylan is enrolled in DellKids, a kindergarten on the grounds of the Dells Country Club. Dylan isn't having an easy time. He's not as quick to learn as the other kids and he is harassed by the star pupil. His IQ is below average. Rachel must come to accept that her child has a learning disability and, due to past use of a drug that's now known to be dangerous, she may be to blame for his condition.

Not all is bad with Dylan. He may pronounce "Mrs. MacPhearson's Jaguar" as "Mrs. M'Phearson Jagger" but he has a fantastic singing voice and can remember songs as soon as he hears them. Still Rachel worries that if he's already behind, he'll be picked on more as he gets older and he won't be able to follow in his father's footsteps.

Then Rachel learns of an "enhancement" procedure that can increase a child's IQ threefold. Should she and her husband put up all their money now so that Dylan will have a chance at a successful life? As Rachel gathers information, she questions whether the procedure will be worth it to Dylan in the long run. The decision has to be made soon; the doctor won't perform the surgery if the child is more than six and a half years old.

"Gray Matter" is a must read for any fan of medical thrillers, mysteries, science fiction, or just good writing.

Gary Braver is the pen name for Gary Goshgarian. His first thriller, "Elixir," about finding the fountain of youth, was published in 2001. He teaches creative writing and popular culture, and lives with his wife and two sons outside Boston. ion

Meet the Author

Gary Braver is the award-winning author of six critically acclaimed thrillers including Elixir, Gray Matter, and Flashback, which was recipient of the 2006 Massachusetts Honor Book Award for Fiction--a first for a thriller--and which in a starred review Publishers Weekly called "an exceptional medical thriller." His novels have been translated into five languages, and three have been optioned for movies.

Under his own name, Gary Goshgarian, he is an award-winning professor of English at Northeastern University where he teaches courses in Modern Bestsellers, Science Fiction, Horror Fiction, and Fiction Writing. He has taught fiction-writing workshops through out the United States and Europe for over twenty years. He is the author of five college writing textbooks.


Gary Braver is the award-winning author of six critically acclaimed thrillers including Elixir, Gray Matter, and Flashback, which was recipient of the 2006 Massachusetts Honor Book Award for Fiction--a first for a thriller--and which in a starred review Publishers Weekly called “an exceptional medical thriller.” His novels have been translated into five languages, and three have been optioned for movies.

Under his own name, Gary Goshgarian, he is an award-winning professor of English at Northeastern University where he teaches courses in Modern Bestsellers, Science Fiction, Horror Fiction, and Fiction Writing. He has taught fiction-writing workshops through out the United States and Europe for over twenty years. He is the author of five college writing textbooks.

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Gray Matter 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The cute movie Perfect Score raised a question, 'How desperate will 6 high school seniors become in order to beat a college entrance exam - the SAT? Dr. Braver, in Gray Matter, provides a chilling answer to a similar question, e.g., 'To what ethical depth will success-driven individuals stoop to curry favor with and manipulate the god of human intelligence?' Gray Matter is so expertly embedded in current neurology, medical imaging, special education, forensic pathology, social trends and neuropsychology that one forgets that such interventions are not actually taking place! The compelling neurosurgery and human depravity of Gray Matter makes the neurochemistry'Soma'of Huxley's Brave New World seem like cheap science fiction. Professor Braver has given us an intelligent, thought provoking read that is way too close to present-day medical and social realities.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Hawthorne, Massachusetts Rachel and Martin Whitman live good lives as expected of a successful CEO. They are the ¿Jones¿ that the John and Jane Does try to emulate with one exception, their son Dylan suffers from learning disabilities that make tasks most people take for granted quite difficult to accomplish. Rachel feels guilt for her child¿s condition because in college she used an LSD-like substance that obviously damaged her offspring. Like most parents, Rachel will do anything to improve her son¿s lifestyle though Dylan is a contented boy. When her neighbor implies that an experimental procedure could probably enhance Dylan¿s intelligence capacity, Rachel desperately leaps at this hope. As Rachel uncovers information about the process, she becomes concerned with the ¿brains¿ she meets as they seem unhappy and lack passion though filled with Solomon like intelligence. She faces the moral dilemma between intelligence vs. happiness even as Detective Greg Zakarian investigates the disappearances of several children that intersect with Rachel¿s path. As the mother of a learning disability child, this reviewer fully appreciates how Rachel feels about her son. The fast-paced novel will fascinate and frighten the audience, as fans will empathize with Rachel¿s dilemma that turns the tale into more than just another chiller; this story line will hit the gut. Gary Braver offers no easy ELIXIR, but fans of medical thrillers will want to read what may prove to be the sub-genre¿s top book of the year. However, be aware that if you have a situation similar to Rachel, consider whether you really want to start this novel because GRAY MATTER will haunt you afterward as few books will. Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
This well-paced novel by Gary Braver reflects shades of Robin Cook. 'Gray Matter' will grab your attention immediately and hold you in suspense as the pages whirl past. The science and medicine are just on the edge of possibility and, therefore, the plot is believable. That's what makes this book so horrifyingly realistic. Character development is intricate and complete. You will conjure up emotions towards this cast of characters. Furthermore, the New England setting is pristine and creates a perfect complimentary environment for this thriller. Don¿t miss it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a wonderful book!!! A well researched Novel that rival the likes of Dan Brown or Michael Crichton. The story takes a little bit to come to life. And at times I had problems keeping up with the characters(the book jumps a good bit in the beginning). Regardless, take the time to read this book. It is a well thought out story that will have you asking yourself, 'How far could a parent go to insure that their child was more intelligent?'
Guest More than 1 year ago
GRAY MATTER, just as its predecessor ELIXIR, evokes provocative moral and ethical questions. Gary Braver's thriller takes the reader on a brain-rattling race to save the spirit of a sweet, little boy named Dylan while forcing us to face our own feelings about the value of intelligence vs. humanness. Dylan's mother Rachel appears to have fallen prey to a savage scientist who clearly equates intelligence with the power to bring monetary wealthy, which, in turn will guarantee success and happiness to Dylan and his parents. The malevolent scientist promises to give Dylan the "tools" for a successful life through enhanced intellectual powers. A parade of character witnesses march across GRAY MATTER's pages. As we see the dark side to intellectualizing the value of the human spirit, we are forced to confront our own feelings about the intrinsic value of what is "the good life." GRAY MATTER is a fast-paced page turner. Gary Braver magically weaves a deep, philosphical discussion into a great read.
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For any reader looking for a great read this is it. The novel is fast-paced, tension-ridden and,ulitimately, terrifying. At the same time, the novel is highly thought-provoking as it tackles ethical questions about the nature and importance of intelligence, the role of parents, and what happens when the dream of doing the best for a child, turns into a nightmare.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Too manyparents worry about their child's (children's) intelligence level(s). This concerns me. I do not have children, but as I sit and listen to parents discuss their child's academic success or failure, I wonder if it is really the son and daughter they are worried about or how the intelligence level reflects upon them as a trophy. In our society, too much emphasis is placed on IQ numbers; instead of how people deal with the real world. Read this thought provoking book and be the judge. This book is VERY scary! Not for its graphic nature, but for what it implies. Read, enjoy and think!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Intelligent, thrilling, taut, frightening, humorous: Gary Braver has incorporated all of these and more in a thought-provoking novel about misplaced values in our society. As a native of Massachusetts, and most particularly Braver's stomping ground, I thoroughly enjoyed the subtle insider references as well. Bravo Braver!