We all have our intellectual limits, and this book turns out to be the point of fail for me. Reading it felt like peering through a misted up car windscreen where every now and again the wiper reveals something, but before you know it, the mist is back. On the back of the book the blurb says: 'Taking it's cue from the arrest and legally enforced chemical castration of the mathematician Alan Turing, Murmur is the account of a man who responds to intolerable physical and mental stress with love, honour and rigorous, unsentimental curiosity about the ways in which we perceive ourselves and the world.' I was interested to read the book because I have seen the film The Imation Game and came away with a lot of sympathy for Alan Turing who suffered for being a man of his time. So, that gave me enough background information to be able to cling on to the more straightforward sequences of the writing, but once we got beyond simple memories into hallucinations and dreams, all I cou...