the doctors blackwell by janice p nimura

“But I have boundless love & faith in Man, and will work for the race day and night.” “I feel neither love nor pity for men, for individuals,” she declared as a young doctor, in a letter to one of her brothers. Elizabeth, especially, would rhapsodize about humanity in the abstract, even as actual experiences of clinical intimacy could unnerve her. They treated the women in their care with sympathy, but empathy - the sense that they inhabited the same ordinary plane as their patients, or even other women - seemed mostly to elude them. Their temperaments were decidedly different: Elizabeth was self-assured and occasionally grandiose Emily was quieter and more methodical, though her apparent equipoise concealed an inner turmoil.

The Blackwell sisters had initially cast themselves as exceptions, seemingly content to be the only women allowed into the room. Together they ran the New York Infirmary for Indigent Women and Children and founded a women’s medical college - even though, as Nimura puts it, opening a separate school for women was just about the last thing they had planned to do. Nimura, in her enthralling new book, “The Doctors Blackwell,” tells the story of two sisters who became feminist figures almost in spite of themselves.Įlizabeth Blackwell was the first woman to receive a medical degree in the United States, in 1849, and she later enlisted her younger sister Emily to join her. It’s tempting to presume a clear line between intention and accomplishment, but Janice P.

The doctors blackwell by janice p nimura