If you have not yet read Mary Roach or any of her books,
well then you are unforgivably behind the curve and you shouldn’t even bother because
you will never be as cool as those of us who have. That being said, she is a
talented writer and her books are the funny/smart/accessible realm, falling
somewhere on that spectrum in between Malcolm Gladwell and John Hodgeman.
There are many many snippets of her writing worth being repeated
here, but below is a passage in “Packing for Mars” that I quite liked. She is
writing here about a conversation she had with a cosmonaut psychologist about a
Soviet space mission that had to be cut short because one of the cosmonauts
(Zholobov) had some sort of nervous breakdown:
My notes say things like, “self-organization of dynamic
structures of interpersonal relationships in human society.” But what he had to
say about Volynov and Zholobov was clear and simple. “They were exhausted by
overwork. The human organism is built for tension and relaxation, work and
sleep. The principle of life is rhythm. Who out of us can work nonstop for
seventy-two hours? They made them sick people.”
This passage made me think of the famous quip by the British
humorist Jerome K. Jerome: I love work; it fascinated me; I can sit and watch
it for hours.
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