Here is also a story about a love doctor.
Oh dear. For a moment my mind almost went blank. I almost forgot who this love doctor was. I’m going to tell you a short story about this famous doctor and another man who created him. Yes, Dr. Zhivago is not a real person. He is a work of fiction. Dr. Zhivago, to my mind, is one of the greatest (and most tragic) love stories ever told. This exceptional man’s love, by the way, stretches way beyond the love he felt for just one and two good women.
Those late night DJs who proclaim themselves as love doctors have nothing in comparison to this great protagonist. At the very least, they are pelting out agreeably melodious rhythm and blues classics for late night lovers. At their utmost worst, they are turning the latest hits which leave nothing to the imagination in regard to its base and suggestive lyrics. Now, I need to point out that I’m no prude.
I am just as liberal and open minded as the next modern woman, especially those who are independent and free-spirited. But come on ladies, where’s the creativity and skill in concocting such rubbish. A quick and easy scribble on the notepad has led to many a hip-hop artist and pop star producing a mega-million dollar hit. But every now and again, you get women who are very good with the creation of their lyrics.
You get girls like Enya and Adele. There are countless others. Joni Mitchell does not count. Her music breaks my heart. There are guys out there who know how to creatively produce good lyrics and imaginative and toe-tapping songs all about love. I’m not a Madonna fan. Boy, has she aged (un)well. Age catches you eventually. But more than twenty years ago she put out one decent record which I used to listen to over and over again.
It was called True Blue. One of the songs on that album was called Love Makes the World Go Round. While I was thinking about how to compose this post, I suddenly had that song in mind, after all these years. But I had been thinking a lot more about the great Russian poet, Boris Pasternak, and his timeless modern classic and love story, Dr Zhivago. I have the paperback version of this book on my shelf.
I am itching to begin reading it. I have a peculiar reading habit in the sense that the current pile of books on my desk are all being read through alphabetically. So, it’s likely to be a while before I get around to this masterpiece. But in the meantime, I’ve seen David Lean’s panoramic film adaptation at least twice over on DVD. Now girls, while I highly recommend that those of you, who haven’t seen this award-winning film, do go out and get you a copy of it to watch, I have to warn you that it is incredibly long.
The movie came up on our screens some years ago. It was usually re-broadcast late at night after the prime-time shows had ended. Try and keep your peepers open for this if you were as tired as me then. Each time I doggedly tried to watch the film, I drifted off to sleep. But then several years later, I finally came across this double DVD pack which you can now buy or download anywhere in the world.
I prepared myself well both mentally and physically. I got some snacks ready while a very nice prelude of originally composed film score music was playing. Then the show started. For me, it was gripping and exciting all the way through. Because this love story, as I mentioned earlier, goes way beyond one brilliant man’s tragic love for two, not one, women. He loved his country and he hated what was happening to it.
He was a pacifist and loved his fellow citizens, no matter what religion, social class or ethnic background they had. So, this peace loving gentleman could never actively join in the bloody revolutions that took place across Russia from the turn of the century right up to well after the Second World War He made his own contributions through his dutiful observation of the Hippocratic Oath which all doctors were required to take before they began practicing.
I wonder if any doctors still do that today. I’m pretty sure that the good men and women of Doctors without Borders do anyway. Dr Zhivago was also in love with words. He composed powerful lines of poetry which combined well with the mesmerizing landscapes of both rural and urban Russia that David Lean and his film team created. Of course, to add insult to Zhivago’s tragic life, his poetry became famous all the way to Paris, France.
But the Soviet authorities did not take kindly to his ‘revolutionary’ words. The good man’s tragedy of being denied the right to practice medicine and craft beautiful prose sadly went along with being torn between two women. He did not deliberately stray from his respectable wife and fling himself into the arms of his mistress. It was his circumstances of life. But he always tried his best to make the most of his harsh life.
His positive demeanor rubbed off well on those who loved and cared for him in return. But. Watch the film and see for yourself (if you haven’t seen it yet).
What an awesome, marvelous song from one marvelous Marvin Gaye. Who remembers this man’s music? I never listened to him much in the past. I was more into Teddy