Anecdotal Stories

Once you have heard of prosopagnosia you will find it everywhere. There is an informative report given by Cecilia Burman (www.prosopagnosia.com). Jane Goodall, famous for her field studies with chimpanzees, Oliver Sacks, best known for his books on cognitive disorders such as The man who mistook his wife for a hat, as well as Lois Duncan writing a lot of bestsellers have to cope with prosopagnosia themselves. Others describe it in fictive persons in literature such as Humpty Dumpty in Lewis Carrollīs Through the looking glass or in a poem by Eugen Roth Die guten Bekannten. There are some other famous people I came across. As soon as I will have an adequate quotation or their personal agreement I will include them here.

Goodall, Jane & Berman, Phillip L. (1999). Reason for Hope: A Spiritual Journey. New York: Warner Books, Inc. pp. 13 - 14
In the course of my travels, one thing detracts from my enjoyment of meeting people. I suffer from an embarrassing, curiously humbling neurological condition called prosopagnosia, which, translated, means I have problems in face recognition. I used to think it was due to some mental laziness, and I tried desperately to memorize the faces of people I met so that, if I saw them the next day, I would recognize them. I had no trouble with those who had obvious physical characteristics -- unusual bone structure, beaky nose, extreme beauty or the opposite. But with other faces I failed, miserably. Sometimes I knew that people were upset when I did not immediately recognize them -- certainly I was. And because I was embarrassed, I kept it to myself.
Quite by chance, when talking to a friend recently, I found that he suffered from the same problem. I could not believe it. Then I discovered my own sister, Judy, knew similar embarrassment. Perhaps others did, also. I wrote to the well-known neurologist Dr. Oliver Sacks. Had he ever heard of such an unusual condition? Not only had he heard of it -- he suffered from it himself! And his situation was far more extreme than mine. He sent me a paper, titled "Developmental memory impairment: faces and patterns," by Christine Temple
Even now that I know I need not feel guilty, it is still difficult to know how to cope -- I can hardly go 'round telling everyone I meet that I probably won't know them from Adam the next time I see them! Or maybe I should? It is humiliating, because most people simply think I'm making an elaborate excuse for my failure to recognize them and that, obviously, I don't really care about them at all -- so they are hurt. I have to cope as best I can -- usually by pretending to recognize everyone! And while that can have its awkward moments too, it's not nearly as bad as the other way around.

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Oliver Sacks, comes out as a prosopagnosic in a book review (published in Neurology 43: 240 (1993)) of Mental Lives: Case studies in cognition, edited by Ruth Campell, Oxford, UK, Blackwell, 198: "... and (for rather personal reasons, perhaps) one of my favorites, a case study by Christine Temple of a "Dr. S." a gifted but agnosic psychoanalyst who is completely unable to recognize any faces or places - the description of Dr S. is quite marvelous, and made me think I was reading about myself!"

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A J Larner (2004) Lewis Carroll's Humpty Dumpty: an early report of prosopagnosia? J Neurol. Neurosurg. Psychiatry 75;1063, HISTORICAL NOTE
In chapter 6, Alice notices that the egg that she has just purchased had eyes and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. ''It can't be anybody else!'' she said to herself. ''I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face.''
Alice: ''Good-bye, till we meet again!'' she said as cheerfully as she could. ''I shouldn't know you again if we did meet,'' Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake: ''you're so exactly like other people.'' ''The face is what one goes by, generally,'' Alice remarked in a thoughtful tone. ''That's just what I complain of,'' said Humpty Dumpty. ''Your face is the same as everybody else has-the two eyes, so-'' (marking their places in the air with his thumb) ''nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for instance- or the mouth at the top-that would be some help.'' ''It wouldn't look nice,'' Alice objected.

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Lois Duncan, autobiography, Chapters, My Growth as a Writer (Little, Brown and Company, Boston, Toronto 1982 pp 31-32)
"If I meet someone new and analyze his looks, telling myself, "He has red hair and freckles and a hook nose," I will remember the description, but I won't be able to bring to mind a picture of the face.
If two people fit the same description, I'm lost. I can't tell them apart.
This may sound like a minor problem, even an amusing one, but it can make life a nightmare. My first year in junior high school, I built a reputation as a snob because I never spoke to people in the halls or lunchroom. I wasn't sure enough of their identities to risk it. What if I thought I knew them and really didn't. What if I called them by the wrong names?
I had the same problem with teachers. I can recall one traumatic occasion when Mr. Strode, the principal, stuck his head out into the hall as I was passing and said, "Lois, if you're headed for the lunchroom, would you please ask Mrs. Romero to stop by my office for a moment?"
Mrs. Romero was my math teacher. She had brown hair and glasses. Miss Jacobis, my science teacher, also had brown hair and glasses. When I reached the cafeteria, two women with glasses and brown hair were sitting together at one of the tables. Despite the fact that I had taken classes from them for a whole semester, I couldn't tell them apart."

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Poem by Eugen Roth (German poet, born. January 24th, 1895 in Munic; died April 28th, 1976 in Munic)
Die guten Bekannten

Ein Mensch begegnet einem Zweiten.
Sie wechseln Förm- und Herzlichkeiten,
Sie zeigen Wiedersehensglück
Und gehn zusammen gar ein Stück.
Und während sie die Stadt durchwandern,
sucht einer heimlich von dem andern
Mit ungeheurer Hinterlist
Herauszubringen, wer er ist.
Daß sie sich kennen, das steht fest,
Doch äußerst dunkel bleibt der Rest.
Das Wo und Wann, das Wie und Wer,
Das wissen alle zwei nicht mehr,
Doch sind sie, als sie nun sich trennen,
Zu feig, die Wahrheit zu bekennen.
Sie freun sich, dass sie sich getroffen;
Jedoch im Herzen beide hoffen,
Indes sie ihren Abschied segnen,
Einander nie mehr zu begegnen.


Eugen Roth