MUST READ: Facial transplant feature in the New Yorker

I'm with you, YF. I'm not squeamish about most things, but scraping down to someone's burnt skull?

 

I can't watch those TV shows where they do surgery. Too much for me, and some people like them.

In a different vein, I also can't read stories about child abuse and other kinds of torture. I just know they'll upset me.

I'm sure this article is interesting, but I'm not sure it's for me.

 

Finally read it; literally took me bits-and-pieces of the entire weekend.

I'm very squeamish, but the detail in the story is clinical, not gruesome, so I suggest fellow blood-blanchers read it with little trepidation.

I can only assume that the writer was in the OR, given the amazing amount of detail about glances and surgeon ticks and the like. And if that's the case, I'd love to hear about how the story came to be, given the last-minute nature of the surgery. I'd also like to know at what point before the surgery did the writer become involved?

 

Wouldn't they videotape a procedure like this? That's how I assumed he got all that detail.