There is something subtly and hypnotically perverse about someone who helps heal other people but every day believes that their time has come, they even wonder again how that day will end. And how many times have we not sworn to understand that "appearances are deceptive", only that, just where we are least, or when we are least willing to check the adage to the letter is where we least likely expect the cliché to be true. This work is a glorious possibility of cherishing the sincere and execrable vision of a doctor on his patients; only that, what in Kafka's "Rural Doctor", for example, is the insurmountable burden of the doctor for failing to comply with the sick, for failing to achieve their own health codes with the patients, in Dr. Glas it is deictic arrogance, Glas delights in affirming that he is his own judge; What in Kafka is a penalty for failing to swear, in Glas is a deep dislike for others that runs parallel to his professional duties and his purpose of reversing -hypocritically- the symptoms of the sick. Thus, the anecdote of Schopenhauer with his cane is not free. Dr. Glas is not only a misanthropic and contradictory figure like Nietzsche's spiritual teacher, but also while he is in charge of lavishing remedies and cures to reverse diseases and pathological conditions in the town where he lives, he secretly yearns -we know this from his sinister interior monologues - human decay at almost every single stage of life, such as the pregnancy of a passerby, wondering how the love that once was vanished, leaving grime, dirt and withered leaves in the pregnant state? But, was it enough the clamor of the personal ego: "to save lives like a God" of a doctor like Glas, with the vain desire of wishing in his interior the relief-discomfort of his patients? No. It was not enough for Dr. Glas to just wish or yearn and occasionally intervene, he needed to control, manipulate, dominate his patient like a God and Reverend Gregorius was his guinea pig. When his patient died in a Vichy water shop, a scandalous death due to the reputation of such a guy, the doctor only exclaimed: well, we all have to go one day but, just a couple of days later perhaps as an incentive, the funny sequel to seeing Gregorius's wife, Gregorius himself too, stalking his rest and the contrasted photograph as in a contrast turn while in rictus the self-sacrificing doctor dissolves with his demons.
Review of Doctor Glas
