The Man Who Forgot How to Read

This is a memoir of Canadian mystery writer, Howard Engel, who's befallen by a stroke, and is unable to read, but is able to write. Engel tells his story of personal calamity; especially it's devastation on a life long voracious reader, and his long recuperation. I found it to be a satisfying enough read, though lacking some intangibles. I should add, that I've never read a mystery written by Engel. I certainly felt empathy for the man-- imagining someone unable to read-- it would turn even the lesser read life's upside down. 

In a few sections of the book, I couldn't put aside the slight, yet to me, omnipresent egotism lurking behind the words. Despite his hardships, he can't seem to stop subtly telling us how bright he inherently is. That's fine, but I'd prefer him to get on with the story and let it speak on its own terms. One example: I'm still not exactly sure why he seeks out the renowned author and neurologist, Oliver Sacks; except that I'm left with the impression that it is entirely to entice him into writing a piece for his book.

If anything, I'm now inclined to read a book by Oliver Sacks.