Medicine Men [NOOK Book]

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“A painful and hilarious send-up of grandiose doctors and their barbaric medical miracles. . . . A postmodern Jane Austen romp.” – The Boston Globe
 
In a novel that brilliantly conjures up the resilience of the human spirit, Alice Adams draws a clear-eyed portrait of a woman who must overcome her resistance to the help offered by others.
 
Molly Brenner suffers ...
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Overview

“A painful and hilarious send-up of grandiose doctors and their barbaric medical miracles. . . . A postmodern Jane Austen romp.” – The Boston Globe
 
In a novel that brilliantly conjures up the resilience of the human spirit, Alice Adams draws a clear-eyed portrait of a woman who must overcome her resistance to the help offered by others.
 
Molly Brenner suffers from guilt and headaches. The guilt arrives with the insurance money she receives after the accidental death of her second husband (she was on the verge of separating). And the headaches she at first thinks are just a neurotic manifestation, but when she is diagnosed with a malignancy, she finds herself  once again depending on a man, this time from a profession she loathes, the medical profession.
 

The tenth novel by the widely praised author of "A Southern Exposure" and "Almost Perfect" concerns the complicated relationship between patient and doctor. When a woman learns that her headaches are caused by a rare malignancy, her only guide through a frightening new world of oncologists, radiologists, specialists, and clinics, is the doctor whom she once considered only an annoying admirer.

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Editorial Reviews

Deborah Mason
In the course of the novel Molly endures enough insensitive physicians to form her own H.M.O. . . . But where Ms. Adams's books at their best offer acute snapshots of self-deluding passions . . .Medicine Men ultimately surrenders to overkill. . . .insistent gilding of reality and unrelieved doctor bashing dilute the work Ms. Adams has done [in the novel] . . .
New York Times
Newsday
A treasure of a novelist at the top of her form.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Several years ago, Adams wrote a magazine piece describing her bout with brain cancer. Published as nonfiction, it was "corrected" in a later issue as fiction. Whatever the provenance of this oddly dyspeptic novel, it covers much of the same territory. When young widow Molly Bonner complains of headaches and fatigue, her symptoms are dismissed by several doctors, and the rare, golf ball-sized malignant tumor in her sinuses is discovered belatedly. In addition to the phalanx of cold, grossly insensitive and obtuse physicians with whom she comes in contact, Molly is also plagued by Dr. Mark Jacobs, a widower who wants to marry her (but whom she dislikes intensely). He bullies his way into taking charge of her care. Add to the mix Dr. Sandy Richardson, the epitome of the arrogant, egotistical, womanizing heart surgeon, who is having an affair with Molly's friend Felicia, and the roster of "medicine men" is overwhelmingly negative. That Adams is able to exert her familiar charm, however, even with so downbeat a subject, is to her credit. For Molly, despite her unrelenting bias, is an appealing character, with a sense of humor and an essential joie d'esprit that eventually reasserts itself. Moreover, Adams ("A Southern Exposure") beguiles, as usual, in intertwining the lives of all the supporting characters in quite logical ways, and in arranging for nature to punish the chief villain in an ironically appropriate manner. Her greatest strength is the direct summation of character through the small details that only a socially astute writer with a discerning eye would notice. But this blanket indictment of the medical profession is surely not entirely fair, and while it may be cathartic for some, others may find it a bit too bitter to swallow.
Library Journal
In Adams's breezily written tenth novel, Molly Bonner is having some trouble: her marriage to a stiff, alcoholic New England lawyer has failed; her second husband has just died, leaving her filthy rich with insurance money but terribly guilty because they were about to separate anyway; and the nose bleeds she's been having turn out to result from a golf ball-sized tumor demanding immediate surgery. What's worse, Molly has too many rapacious, self-absorbed "medicine men" in her life, from Dave Jacobs, the domineering creep with whom her friend Felicia has set her up, to Felicia's own married paramour, the oh-so-smug Dr. Raleigh Sanderson. What could have been a nice comedy of manners fall terribly, terribly flat. Even those with grave doubts about doctors will be offended by their depiction here as hopelessly shallow and sleazy, and some readers may find Molly a little shallow herself. With all the slick mating and remating going on, very little time is spent on the consequences for Molly of a possibly fatal disease. Buy where Adams is popular.- Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal"
Deborah Mason
In the course of the novel Molly endures enough insensitive physicians to form her own H.M.O. . . . But where Ms. Adams's books at their best offer acute snapshots of self-deluding passions . . .Medicine Men ultimately surrenders to overkill. . . .insistent gilding of reality and unrelieved doctor bashing dilute the work Ms. Adams has done [in the novel] . . . -- The New York Times
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307798237
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/8/2011
  • Series: Vintage Contemporaries
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 736,968
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Alice Adams was born in Fredericksburg, Virginia and raised in North Carolina, and graduated from Radcliffe College. She was the recipient of an Award in Literature from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters and received grants from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation, and the O. Henry Lifetime Achievement Award.  She was the author of five collections of short stories and ten novels, among them Listening to Billie, Superior Women, Second Chances, and A Southern Exposure. She lived in San Francisco until her death in 1999.
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Chapter 1
For a long time, Molly Bonner's strongest reaction to doctors was a fear that they would bore her to death. Seeing her come into their offices every year or so, and perceiving a visibly healthy (thin, clear-skinned, clear-eyed) youngish woman, and soon recognizing a good listener, they all began to talk. Molly had grown up in Richmond, Virginia, trained to listen to men and to laugh at their jokes -- true of all women, of course, but even more so if they are Southern.
Her internist, Dr. Douglas Macklin, from Boston, talked about his impressions of San Francisco, contrasting the two cities; her gynecologist, Dr. Summers, talked politics -- or, rather, he lectured her on the evils of Southern Republicans, which she was not. Dr. Gold, the dentist, spoke of travel, which in his case meant hotel prices and Frequent Flyer bargains.
These men all struck Molly as more than a little nuts, with their endless, not very interesting obsessions, but since she had no medical problem to contribute at the time, she let them go on talking. She also had some superstitious fear that if they talked about medical matters she would develop something or other, a fear that some years of working as a temp in medical offices had done nothing to allay. And all those men were a couple of generations older than Molly was; since each had been recommended by one of the others, they formed a more or less coherent group of middle-aged white males.
Contrary to received opinion, and prejudice, the doctor who seemed the sanest, as well as the least boring, was a psychoanalyst, Dr. Edgar Shapiro, whom Molly went to after the accidental death (in a helicopter crash) of her second husband,Paul West, a daredevil documentary filmmaker. For Molly, there was not only the shock and pain of Paul's death -- she had loved him in many ways; Paul was wild and handsome and funny, intelligent and sexy -- but there was also moral confusion. They had been on the verge of separating, and the death had left her rich. Paul did not like being married; they were both too young, he said. Molly disagreed, they were almost forty; how old did you have to be? She supposed he meant that, unmarried, he would feel younger, which was no doubt true. She also supposed that he meant that he hankered after younger women. In any case, she had not argued, but agreed to separate -- and he so suddenly, horribly died.
The money complication came about because wild, crazy, adventurous Paul had a not wild brother, Matthew, who sold insurance. Who had sold Paul a policy that paid for an accidental death.
Grieving, and very confused, not sleeping well and given to headaches, Molly asked Dr. Macklin what to do, and he recommended Dr. Shapiro. "He's supposed to be the best in town. Probably charges a lot."
He did charge a lot, but he was both smart and kind, and sometimes even funny. He kept to the subject, Molly, and he managed to help. Molly came to feel that she was just a grief-struck and rattled person, not a permanently crippled one. In a practical way he pointed out that she now had a lot of choices, which they discussed -- including giving away all the money. Or starting up a homeless shelter, something like that.
In any case, except for Dr. Shapiro, for a long time most doctors simply bored Molly. She did not share the medical panics experienced by some of her friends, for whom a mammogram was a major trauma. Nor, God knows, did she feel the sexual turn-on that doctors seemed to inspire in her beautiful friend Felicia Flood, who was for a long time involved with the famous heart surgeon Dr. Raleigh Sanderson, although she was not exactly faithful to him -- but that is to get far ahead of the story.
And then, for medical reasons Molly was involved with a great many doctors all at once -- and with another one in another way: he fell in love with her, obsessionally, angrily.
In the years since Paul's death, Molly had not "gone out" except with old friends: women, gay guys, sometimes couples. She had even imagined that part of her life to be over and done, despite what Dr. Shapiro and all her friends said to the contrary. She did not have much sense about men, was one of her conclusions, since her first very early marriage had not been a big success either.
But she did agree, one June, to come to a party at Felicia's at which Felicia admitted that there was to be someone, a friend of Dr. Sandy's, whom she might like. Since Molly did not much like Dr. Raleigh Sanderson, this was not promising, but she said yes, she would come.
"He's younger than Sandy, a little, and his wife died a year or so ago," Felicia said. "He's tall and thin, sort of handsome. You might like him. I don't know him very well, but he seems okay. Dave Jacobs. He practices in Marin."
This party took place on a magically warm star-sprinkled night in June -- San Francisco is never warm at night in June. It was out in Felicia's careless, generous, and lovely garden, which smelled of jasmine and garlic, the garlic from Felicia's famous fish soup, the jasmine blooming everywhere that night. Arriving late, a calculation, Molly stood there for a moment, assailed by
those scents, smiling but not recognizing anyone at first. Until Felicia floated forward, in something pale and gauzy, and kissed her. "Oh, how wonderful, you're here." Felicia, smelling floral, her long hair loose, blond silk. She whispered, "And Sandy's here."
This was unusual. Sandy, married to rich fat alcoholic Connie, did not in a public way come often to Felicia's house, but every now and then he did. As though officially to stake his claim, Molly thought, which was probably unfair.
A long table, white-clothed, was set up at the end of the garden, near the azaleas and rhododendrons, the roses, around which people now clustered, drinking white wine and inhaling the soup's strong sea-and-garlic aroma. Felicia had announced that the soup was still too hot.
"I don't care what you say, I've never had a bad meal in Paris," a somewhat shrill, didactic male voice announced just as Molly was sitting down and greeting friends in a talk-to-you-later way. "And I've never had a really good one in London."
The speaker -- an almost bald though still handsome man, big dark-brown eyes and very large strong white teeth -- Molly instantly identified as the proffered David Jacobs; he must be, since there was no one else whom she had not at least met before. Her first thought was, Good, I'm not at all attracted, and I'm not ready for attraction, for sex and all that trouble. Also she thought he sounded a little like Dr. Gold, her travelling, sententious dentist. And though she and Paul had had at least a couple of bad meals in Paris, plus some very good ones in London, she said nothing at the time. "I thought you agreed with me, you were wearing that lovely amiable smile," Dave later told her, and she answered, smiling, "I just don't like to argue. Much easier just to be amiable."
Molly and Dave were introduced, and Molly was welcomed by several people, who complained that they hadn't seen her for a while.
Felicia announced that the soup was ready, and conversation shifted from foreign food to praises of Felicia: just the right amount of garlic, everyone said, and Sandy Sanderson added, "And great fish. From Swan's?"
"No. The Cal-Mart."
Molly and Felicia had met and become almost instant friends some ten years back, when they were both office temps: Molly because she and her first husband, Henry Starck, a Portland (Maine) lawyer, had just divorced and she had not come out well. And Felicia because, though her parents were both rich and generous, she was basically lazy, workwise; she liked earning just enough to get by, and she liked even more the variety of people and circumstances that such work provided. Molly saw herself at that time as "deciding what to do," an interim period for her. As she saw it she would think and make plans -- whereas Felicia generally succeeded in living from moment to moment.
Thus, all those years ago, Molly had been a witness of the first days of Felicia and Sandy, Dr. Sanderson. Felicia had gone to work in his office and talked about him quite a lot. And then, for a year or so, she talked about him all the time.
"He's terrifically attractive" was the first thing that Felicia said. "And wow, he really knows it. That swashbuckling walk. I've heard he was a football star at Harvard. The other surgeons all imitate the way he walks, it's funny to watch them crossing the street behind him. His team. He sure learned my name right off. Miss Flood. I've heard his wife is an alcoholic, and really rich. Doctors, honestly. I think he's sort of coming on to me, I don't know. I sort of hope not, I'm so weak that way, and I do have this thing about doctors, I know I do. All those med students when I was at Wellesley.
"Guess what? We had lunch together. I thought he meant just a sandwich someplace near the hospital, but no, down into the parking level where his Jag is -- of course a Jag -- and down to this quiet little place off Union Street. They seemed to know him, so I asked him, 'Do you always take your secretaries out to lunch?' He said, 'Not secretaries, beautiful women.' Which is kind of a snotty, sexist remark, if you think about it. But I guess he was being gallant -- my dad sort of talks like that too. He's a lot nicer than I thought -- Sandy, I mean. We talked about -- oh, a lot of stuff. He's really very smart. For a doctor." She laughed. "But he did keep looking at me, you know? I was not entirely surprised when this great box of flowers arrived last night. I guess he got my address from Personnel, and he sort of knows my mom and dad. just with a note about thanks for lunch."
And then more flowers. Another lunch. Or lunches. And then, "Well, you know, I couldn't fight him off anymore. I said I was weak. And Sandy's so -- so powerful. So intense. He really comes on. Besides, by then I was in love."
By then Molly had met Paul West, and she too was in love, or nearly, and so she listened to Felicia with even more than her usual sympathetic interest. At first it was a way of not talking about Paul, which, distrustful of both their feelings, hers and Paul's, she did not want to do. She knew he was dangerous.
"Oh, I know," Felicia went on, and on and on. "Married, etcetera. Something bad to do to another woman. But I hear she's drunk all the time, and I'm sure I'm not the first extra lady in his life. Or probably the last. But in the meantime, I have to say, it's terrific. Sandy is really a piece of work. And he's interesting. I guess I like hearing about medical stuff. No good can come of this," Felicia said, with her sly cat's smile. "But in the meantime..."
Molly's own relationship with Raleigh Sanderson was lopsided. Odd. On the one hand, she felt that she knew him well, through Felicia; certainly he was a strong presence in her life. On the other hand, she had almost no personal contact with him at all. Two years ago, when Paul was killed, there had been a
great sheaf of flowers, gladioli (Molly disliked gladioli, but never mind; it was the thought), and a card, engraved Dr. Raleigh Sanderson. And, handwritten, "I'm very sorry for your loss." That was really very kind, Molly thought, and at that time it occurred to her that Felicia must have talked a lot about her too. "Poor Molly, she's all broken up, she's just not herself..."
Well, by now she was herself again, or nearly; since early spring she had been extremely uncomfortable with what she assumed were allergies, or sinus problems -- new to her, and seeming not to go away. However, the best way to deal with physical symptoms was to ignore them, Molly thought, and so she had, pretty much.
Now, at the party, anxious to impress Sandy with her general well-being (no matter what Felicia had said), she turned to him, taking up his remark about Swan's. "It is a great source, though," she agreed. "And so much fun to go there and eat oysters."
"If you still dare eat oysters at all." He grinned at her. "And I do."
There followed a brief, boring, but animated discussion of purveyors of fresh fish, with Molly and Sandy smiling and nodding most amiably at each other, as though in the process of notable discoveries.
Actually, Molly's allergies, or sinuses, or whatever, had lately taken the form of an extreme heaviness inside her head, and a general, overall physical lassitude. Frequent very sharp headaches, to which she was not generally given. Occasionally she would mention these symptoms to a friend, or even in a social group, although usually she did not make such complaints; often someone else would have initiated the conversation with his or her own symptoms. In any case, the invariable response would come: "Oh, this is the worst pollen season ever. The drought. The rains. The plants."
Dr. Macklin, her internist, had said more or less all this himself, interspersed with an account of his projected fall trip down the coast of Maine to Boston; "I can't stand missing a New England fall," he said, as he said every year. He did add that his own allergies had been at their worst this year, and he prescribed an antibiotic that had helped his wife (an actress, a red-haired beauty), also allergic, but that so far had had no good effect on Molly. In fact, it seemed to her that she felt somewhat worse.
And tonight she felt even worse than usual; she wondered if she could be allergic to some flower or flowering shrub in Felicia's overflowing garden. Or to garlic? or fish, or wine? Or could this be some neurotic response to the presence of so many doctors? Molly smiled at this, aware that even Dr. Shapiro would find it unlikely. Excusing herself from the table, she went back into the house and into Felicia's downstairs bathroom, where she found some Advil among a jungle of prescription pills, which, as a decent friend, she did not examine -- and lipsticks and mascara, which she did.
Returning, coming back outside to the table, Molly thought that she might just casually mention her malaise -- introducing it as a topic, so to speak. Taking advantage of the presence of so many doctors. But of course she did nothing of the sort.
"...for real climbing, I just don't think you can beat the Tetons," she heard from the dark, gravelly voice of Sandy Sanderson.
And then, somewhat testily aggressive, Dave Jacobs: "Mont Blanc, in my book, is absolutely tops. The views, and the food --"
Sandy: "Oh well, if you climb for food --"
"Of course I don't, but it helps."
Felicia's lovely voice broke in. "Oh honestly, you guys. Whoever wants to climb all those mountains, anyway? I'd much rather go to the beach, and just lie there. But then I'm basically lazy."
"The beach is hell on your skin," Sandy told her, as he must have before, and Molly thought, Oh God, doctors! How does Felicia stand it? I don't care what a great stud he is.
Her cold, and at times Molly decided that it could be just that, a pesky, lingering summer cold -- in any case, whatever it was -- was also affecting her hearing a little, she thought. It was hard to follow the general conversation, which seemed to have turned to the plight of Cuba:
"...end the embargo..."
"...punish that Commie Castro..."
"...more AIDS coming in..."
"...all could drown..."
Having her own strong views, Molly still found herself at some remove from the talk. She was almost relieved when Sandy, seated next to her, observed, "That's some cold you have."
"Well yes, I guess it is. I'm taking an antibiotic. I can't remember the name --"
"That's what's making you feel bad," Felicia told her. "Antibiotics. They really drag you out."
"Antibiotics do not make you sick," Sandy insisted. "That's just a myth."
"I think it's a myth that they don't," Felicia told him. "They make you feel terrible -- you have to be sure to eat yogurt while you're taking them, or some health food pills. Acidophilus. Of course doctors never tell you that."
Across Molly's mind at that moment flashed a news photo of Rwandans, fleeing, ravaged. Haitians. Hopeless millions. How could it matter what she was allergic to, including antibiotics? "I think we have to end the embargo on Cuba," she said, more loudly than she had meant to.
"Of course we do. Those people are starving, that's why they want to leave. We've got to end it, but will we?" Dave Jacobs had directed this toward Molly, agreeing with her. At which she was somewhat pleased; these were not attitudes that she would expect from a successful, middle-class doctor. But still, his voice was so harsh, his teeth so large and aggressive. (And I am so hypercritical, Molly thought; it's as though I resent other men for not being Paul. Being here instead of him.) She blew her nose hard into a Kleenex, and in the next instant realized that blood was running down her face, and onto her white silk shirt. Getting to her feet, she began to hurry toward the house, the bathroom.
She was followed by Felicia, who called to her, "I'll bring you some ice."
In Felicia's warm, aromatic kitchen, which smelled of every possible spice, and fruit and coffee and sweets -- having removed the stained shirt in the bathroom and put on the soft pink, too-large sweater that Felicia offered -- Molly began to run cold water through the shirt.
She wiped at her nose: no more blood.
"Just leave it here to soak," Felicia told her. "I'll hang it up tomorrow."
"Thanks. You know, I think I'll just go on home now. I'll be okay but I don't really feel all that great."
Molly's small but rather grand apartment, with its views of the bay, and the bridge, and Marin, was just a couple of blocks up the hill from Felicia's pretty little house -- both being in the neighborhood called Cow Hollow, which is above the Marina and below Pacific Heights, and is where in earlier, simpler (pre-Earthquake) pastoral times, cows used to roam at large. Molly had moved into her place shortly after Paul's death: she wanted not to stay where they had lived together, on Russian Hill -- and she suddenly had all that funny money, the insurance. New freedom of choice. And the idea of being in walking distance of Felicia was nice.
"Oh sure," Felicia was saying. "I'll do good nights for you, and we'll talk tomorrow. You sure you'll be okay?"
But just then a loud voice announced, "I'll take you home."
Turning, Molly saw the strong white teeth, smooth bald head, and the handsome, authoritative face of Dr. David Jacobs.
"No," she told him. "Really. I just live up the hill a couple of blocks. I'll walk. I'd rather, actually."
She began to put out her hand, to say good night, but instead he took her arm and began to guide her toward the door. "You need a doctor," he said.
He had spoken jokingly, but did he mean it? Were nosebleeds a bad symptom, of something serious?
"Honestly," she told him, I'll be perfectly okay."
He gripped her arm more firmly. "You don't know, you may need me." He grinned.
There seemed no way to escape him without a minor scene, and Molly never made even those minor scenes. And so she did not now, only murmuring, "You could just drop me off and then come on back here." And, to Felicia, "I certainly didn't mean to break up your party."
The two women lightly kissed, and Molly thanked Felicia for the party; they exchanged smiles that promised further talk.
Dave Jacobs had parked about two blocks from Felicia's house ("No space," he explained unnecessarily; parking in that neighborhood was terrible), making him farther still from Molly's. She reflected that she could as easily and more quickly have walked in the time the short drive required for the fairly battered old Camaro he drove. Molly found it sympathetic; it seemed such an undoctorly car. But he apologized. "My wife's car," he said. "For some reason she really liked it, and I haven't been able to get rid of it. A combination of sentiment and thrift, I guess."
Moved by both the sentiment and the honesty, Molly at that moment liked him a little better.
In the car he asked her, "Do you have many nosebleeds?
"Oh no, not really." Actually she had had several in the past few months.
"Come on, how many?"
"Oh, maybe two or three."
"And how long have you had that cold?"
"Oh, it seems like all spring. I think it must be an allergy or something."
"Could be. You should see a good ENT man, no point putting up with that kind of discomfort."
"This is where I live," Molly told him. "You can just let me off here. Really."
Propitiously (or perhaps not) there was a parking space just in front of Molly's building, into which he slid the car, then came around for her before she could let herself out.
"And now," he said, with a flash of all those teeth, "you can ask me in and give me a brandy. Return for all that good medical advice."
"I'm not even sure I have any brandy," she murmured, though she did know: Paul had liked a good brandy after dinner, and the bottle of cognac had come along with everything else when she moved -- although she remembered a fleeting temptation just to throw it out.
She was tempted now to throw David Jacobs out, so to speak -- to tell him that she was tired, he would have to go. Southern training as usual prevailed, however, and moments later they were seated across from each other in her living room, he with a brandy and Molly with a glass of orange juice.
"I suppose you're strong on vitamin C," he remarked aggressively.
"Actually I am. And of course you're not," she said as she thought, Is this a quarrel? already?
"Well, I don't think it can hurt you much." The grin. "And God knows Pauling was a brilliant fellow." He looked around, dismissing Linus Pauling, and vitamins. "Great place you have here. I'm really impressed."
Molly started to explain, as she sometimes did: I had all this insurance money, Paul bought it almost as a joke to help his younger brother, I've never lived in such a fancy place. But she stopped herself, and only said, "Thanks, I like it here." She added, "I just bought it a couple of years ago when my husband died."
"That was really smart." He stared at her with faintly too much interest. "I should have done that," he said. "I thought of it. Moved out when Martha died, I mean. But I didn't, and there I am with all that stuff. Reminding me."
Molly heard such genuine feeling in his voice that she was moved: he had truly loved his wife, and he missed her. And she probably was fairly young to die, these days, Molly thought. She put Dave's age as late fifties, early sixties. But then, Paul had been barely forty. She asked Dave, "Where do you live?"
"Mill Valley. Down in the woods. I'm used to the darkness, but when I see views like these, I wonder."
Molly suddenly, uncontrollably began to sneeze. She sneezed once, twice, three times, four. She couldn't stop. At the same time, she tried to smile and to signal with her free hand that she was all right. And then she stopped.
He asked, "You do that often?"
She lied, "No. I must be sort of tired." The truth was, she was very tired indeed. Standing up, she said to him, "I'm sorry, but I think I have to go to bed now. But thanks for driving me home."
He quickly got up too. "Maybe we could have dinner sometime." An awkward smile; he was probably unused to asking women to dinner.
"That would be nice." She spoke without enthusiasm, she knew, but she smiled as though she had meant it.
"And watch that cold," he cautioned on the way out, once more in control. "Call me if you need the name of a good ENT man.
"Oh. Thanks."
Copyright © 1997 by Alice Adams
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Introduction

The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for discussion of Alice Adams' Medicine Men. We hope that these ideas will enrich your discussion and your enjoyment of the book.

Reading Group Discussion Points
  1. Alice Adams has strong feelings about doctors and their power over patients. What examples do you find in find in Medicine Men of doctors abusing their power? Using it wisely? Do you think a doctor's ability to effectively treat a patient is helped or hindered by a dominant personality?
  2. Molly's friend Felicia admits being romantically drawn to doctors. What qualities attract her? Is Molly attracted to similar kinds of men?
  3. The character Connie Sanderson observes that the problem with doctors is that they are like most men, "only worse." Do you think that Adams is using doctors as a symbol for men in general?
  4. Molly begins and continues a sexual relationship with Dave Jacobs, even though she does not especially like him. Does this make Molly more or less appealing to you? How do you think Adams views her choice?
  5. In the novel, Adams is interested in "medicine men" of considerable experience and social standing. How might the picture she paints of medical diagnosis and treatment be different had she featured more women doctors, young doctors, or physicians who treat low-income patients?
  6. Medicine Men is full of doctors, but Molly's favorite is always Dr. Macklin. What qualities does she value in him? Which doctor in Medicine Men would you choose? Why?
  7. The women in Medicine Men all havecomfortable lifestyles, with no worries about money. How do they use it to help others? Does Molly's guilt over her newly-received wealth help make her a sympathetic character? What charitable work does Molly finally contemplate doing?
  8. As the novel progresses, Molly maintains her relationship with Dave Jacobs seemingly because of his usefulness as a guide in the medical world. Is his guidance effective? Necessary? Do you think Molly should be grateful to Dave for his help?
  9. Dave Jacobs was Molly's guide into "hell" — the Alta Linda radiation clinic — the same place that Raleigh Sanderson finally ends up. Do you see poetic justice in this turn of events? Did he "deserve" to be there, whereas Molly did not?
  10. At the end of Medicine Men, Molly begins to picture herself moving on with her life. Has surviving a serious illness changed her? How? Has her close encounter with doctors changed her? How?

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Reading Group Guide

The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for discussion of Alice Adams' Medicine Men. We hope that these ideas will enrich your discussion and your enjoyment of the book.

Reading Group Discussion Points
  1. Alice Adams has strong feelings about doctors and their power over patients. What examples do you find in find in Medicine Men of doctors abusing their power? Using it wisely? Do you think a doctor's ability to effectively treat a patient is helped or hindered by a dominant personality?
  2. Molly's friend Felicia admits being romantically drawn to doctors. What qualities attract her? Is Molly attracted to similar kinds of men?
  3. The character Connie Sanderson observes that the problem with doctors is that they are like most men, "only worse." Do you think that Adams is using doctors as a symbol for men in general?
  4. Molly begins and continues a sexual relationship with Dave Jacobs, even though she does not especially like him. Does this make Molly more or less appealing to you? How do you think Adams views her choice?
  5. In the novel, Adams is interested in "medicine men" of considerable experience and social standing. How might the picture she paints of medical diagnosis and treatment be different had she featured more women doctors, young doctors, or physicians who treat low-income patients?
  6. Medicine Men is full of doctors, but Molly's favorite is always Dr. Macklin. What qualities does she value in him? Which doctor in Medicine Men would you choose? Why?
  7. The women in Medicine Men all have comfortable lifestyles, with no worries about money. How do they use it to help others? Does Molly's guilt over her newly-received wealth help make her a sympathetic character? What charitable work does Molly finally contemplate doing?
  8. As the novel progresses, Molly maintains her relationship with Dave Jacobs seemingly because of his usefulness as a guide in the medical world. Is his guidance effective? Necessary? Do you think Molly should be grateful to Dave for his help?
  9. Dave Jacobs was Molly's guide into "hell" — the Alta Linda radiation clinic — the same place that Raleigh Sanderson finally ends up. Do you see poetic justice in this turn of events? Did he "deserve" to be there, whereas Molly did not?
  10. At the end of Medicine Men, Molly begins to picture herself moving on with her life. Has surviving a serious illness changed her? How? Has her close encounter with doctors changed her? How?
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    Its ok if u dont know anything ill teach u. I just wanted to see IF u knew anything yet. (Plz post ur description)

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