Neurology for the masses

Neurologists, I'm pleased to report, seem to be coming down to earth Stereotypes go deep in medicine, and the neurologist is one of the great archetypes: a brilliant, forgetful man with a bulging cranium, a loud bow tie, who reads Cicero in Latin for pleasure, hums Haydn sonatas, talks with ease about bits of the brain you'd forgotten existed, adores diagnosis and rare syndromes, and—most importantly—never bothers about treatment. A J Larner and S F Farmer explode at least some of these myths in their review of recent …