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Tuesday, July 7, 2026

The Mind Mappers, Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain, by Eric Andrew-Gee

             


          

This review was published in Public Reverie on 5 July 2026.

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The Mind Mappers: Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain
Eric Andrew-Gee   
Random House Canada
2025, Toronto, Canada
ISBN: 978-1-03-900806-9

Review by Stephen Morrissey


Some books are read for entertainment. For example, detective novels. Some books are read because we want to learn something new about politics, lives of famous people, beekeeping, or how to play chess. However, the books I enjoy the most are those that we read and learn something about ourselves. Such books inspire us to go more deeply into ourselves, and help us to see things in a new way. This was my experience with Eric Andrew-Gee’s The Mind Mappers: Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain (2025). I immediately liked this book; I liked Andrew-Gee’s writing, I appreciated his thorough research, his occasional references to literature; and his knowledge of the English-speaking community in Montréal, our history, and our accomplishments. These include the founding of the Montreal Neurological Institute, locally known as The Neuro, and still pre-eminent among neurological hospitals. 

Andrew-Gee’s book is about the co-founders of The Neuro: Dr. Wilder Penfield and Dr. William Cone. They began as friends and close collaborators in the 1920s, working together at New York City’s Presbyterian Hospital. In 1927, when Penfield was offered the job of chief brain surgeon at Montréal’s prestigious Royal Victoria Hospital, he set two conditions: The first was that the hospital would provide him with research as well as surgical facilities. The second was that Cone, his “undivorceable colleague,” as he called him, would come too. In 1934, with the help of a 1.2 million dollar grant from the Rockefeller Foundation to McGill University, Penfield and Cone co-founded The Montreal Neurological Institute. This pioneering institution brought together the subdisciplines of neurology, neurosurgery, and neuropathology. 

According to Andrew-Gee, Dr. Cone was a private person, not given to talking about himself. He was self-effacing, and he preferred to stay in the shadow of his oldest friend and colleague, Dr. Penfield, who was nick-named “The Chief” when he became director of The Neuro, where Cone was affectionately known as “The Boss.” Dr. Penfield remains a fairly flat, one dimensional character throughout most of Mind Mappers. Although he was the chief brain surgeon at Royal Victoria Hospital, Penfield handed off many surgeries to Cone while pursuing the funding that allowed him to steer The Neuro. His driving motive was ambition. Penfield does not gain complexity until the book’s “Epilogue: Through a Glass Darkly.” Here, we read of how Penfield grew away from neuroscience in his later years. After retirement, he wrote novels, his autobiography, and advocated for causes that were important for him.  

With Penfield’s announcement in the late 1950s that he would retire from directing The Neuro, it was assumed that Dr. Cone would be promoted to that position. According to Andrew-Gee, this should have been the pinnacle of Dr. Cone’s career: a confirmation of Penfield’s belief in him and his confidence in Cone’s ability to lead. Yet he was passed over by Penfield. Cone wasn’t even on the short list of candidates. I emphasize this to show how deeply betrayed Cone must have felt by the way Penfield treated him. Mind Mappers convincingly argues that it was not only betrayal that Cone felt, it was also humiliation at being passed over for a position that most of his colleagues felt he was next in line for and rightfully deserved. Dr. Cone committed suicide in his office at The Neuro on 4 May 1959.

In personality and temperament Dr. Cone and Dr. Penfield were very different people. Andrew-Gee researches and depicts Cone’s unhappy childhood: a time of illness for him compounded by the deaths of his father and grandfather. Later, Cone had a profoundly unhappy and childless marriage, in part because he devoted so much of his time to Penfield and their patients. Now, there was this stunning betrayal by his oldest friend and colleague. Dr. Cone must have wondered if his friendship with Penfield had ever really existed, or had he deceived himself all of these years. By contrast, Penfield’s mother doted on him and he was much loved by her and by his wife, their children, and grandchildren. Penfield was an extrovert whose ambition after founding The Neuro shifted to winning a Nobel Prize for his discoveries in neuroscience. He never did win one. Cone comes across as psychologically complex, while Penfield seems lacking in complexity. Andrew-Gee’s book prompted my realization that Penfield’s image of respectability was flawless except for one major flaw–his betrayal of his best friend.

After visiting The Neuro in April 2026, I remembered that I had, at home, a copy of Wilder Penfield’s Man and his Family. In fact, I’d had it ever since it was first published in 1967. A few days later, I read Penfield’s book. Its theme is the importance of family in society. Penfield argues that for children, the foundation of family life is essential to a healthy adult life. The book is worth reading for its ideas, but it is not well written. Man and his Family also raises questions about how Penfield might have judged Cone for the lack of father figures in his own childhood. After retiring from The Neuro, Penfield served as President of the Vanier Institute of the Family. He was one of the last people to meet with former Governor General Georges Vanier on the day before Vanier died.

My first time visiting The Neuro was in October 1969 to visit my stepfather, who had brain tumor surgery there in the late 1950s; he seemed to have recovered and married my mother several years after this surgery. He needed surgery again in 1966, for a second tumor removal. Dr. Theodore Rasmussen was then The Neuro’s director; he was also my stepfather’s surgeon, and successor to Dr. Penfield. This second surgery was unsuccessful. For the next three years, my stepfather lived alternately at home for a few weeks, then in residences (one in Rawdon, Québec). His physical and mental decline continued, and he returned to The Neuro a final time in fall 1969. I don’t know how my mother survived those years, my stepfather did not survive. I should add that today, the post-operative mortality rate for brain tumor surgery is about 35%. It was much lower sixty years ago.

I remember my visit to The Neuro in late October 1969. My stepfather was in a bed directly across from the door of his hospital room, one shared with perhaps three or four other patients. I was nineteen years old and had just started university. I remember trying consciously to think of something reassuring and kind to say to my stepfather. I said something before leaving. And as someone who remembers so much, who has made memory the basis of much of my writing, I just can’t remember what I said to him. I do remember the morning, a few days later, that my mother received a phone call from The Neuro, telling her that he had died; I was lying in bed upstairs and I could hear the phone ring and my mother answer and speak to whoever was calling. I knew intuitively what the call was about. It was more relief that we felt than anything else; it was the end of my stepfather’s suffering. But relief is short-lived and grief has a long afterlife.

Now, here is an interesting coincidence regarding my stepfather. Dr. Penfield’s book, Man and His Family, was made up of his Josiah Wood Lectures on the family, lectures given at Mount Allison University in Sackville, New Brunswick. My copy of this book was “presented to us under the terms of the Josiah Wood lectureship.” The coincidence is that Josiah Wood was my stepfather’s grandfather. Josiah Wood’s daughter, Dora Beatrice Wood, married Mark Edgar Nichols, who was a founder of the Canadian Press and editor of newspapers in Montréal, Winnipeg, and Vancouver. They had three sons, Mark, Charles, and my stepfather Graham Nichols.

I admire Dr. Penfield and Dr. Cone. Their personal and professional story, one that is not commonly known, as it is described by Eric Andrew-Gee, only increases my admiration and appreciation for these two men and their advances in neuroscience. Their most enduring legacy, other than important innovative surgical techniques and the significant mapping of the areas of the brain, is the founding of the Montreal Neurological Institute. The Neuro is an important place for neurological research and patient care, it is a place full of dedicated doctors and nurses. But there is also a human dimension to specialized medicine. Mr. Andrew-Gee’s book explores this aspect of The Neuro through the relationship of its co-founders; he does so with superb research and poignant insights. Andrew-Gee writes: “Both Cone and Penfield felt their lives were failures in different ways, and it is true that in some areas they fell short. The bitterest failure of all was the most meaningful: Cone and Penfield mapped the brain but lost each other.”

Andrew-Gee identifies the enduring success of their long collaboration: “As the medical historian Yan Prkachin has argued, the ‘interdisciplinary environment created within the walls of the Montreal Neurological Institute constitutes the key site for the foundation of modern neuroscience.'”

And  Andrew-Gee concludes by writing, “Cone and Penfield may not have perfected neurosurgery or discovered the seat of the soul. But to anyone who has tried since—or tried to fathom the many other mysteries of the universe in our heads—they were not failures at all.” 

Eric Andrew-Gee’s The Mind Mappers: Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain takes us deeply into the relationship of Dr. Wilder Penfield and Dr. William Cone and the founding of the Montreal Neurological Institute;  it was an historical period that includes tragedy, betrayal, love, selfless commitment, and the fragility of human relationships.

 



Thursday, June 11, 2026

Mural by Mary Harris Filer, at the Montreal Neurological Institute, 1

I know of two murals at McGill University, one is by Marian Dale Scott, a prominent artist and wife of poet and law professor Frank Scott, and the other is in a conference room on the first floor of the Montreal Neurological Institute-Hospital (The "Neuro") on University Street, part of the McGill University Health Care hospitals. "The Advance of Neurology" is by Mary Harris Filer and was unveiled by Quebec premier, Maurice Duplessis, on 14 November 1954. 

Mary Harris Filer

                                                 

Artist's signature at bottom of the mural

Plaque beside the mural





Friday, May 22, 2026

Dr. Wilder Penfield and Dr. William Cone


                                    Dr. Wilder Penfield and Dr. William Cone, residents

                                  in background; photograph by Yousuf Karsh, 1952; private collection

The co-founders of The Neuro are Dr. Wilder Penfield and Dr. William Cone. Of course, we've all heard of Wilder Penfield, he's famous! There is a street named after him in Montreal and years ago we received in the mail a short book by Penfield on the subject of the family; it was Man and his Family (1967), based on Penfield's Josiah Wood Lectures; Josiah Wood was my step-father's grandfather. I have only recently heard of Dr. William Cone, this was in a newspaper article (by Allison Hanes; published in the Montreal Gazette on 28 February 2026).  If you were to visit The Neuro today, you would probably not see any evidence for the existence of Dr. William Cone, except his image in the mural by Mary Harris Filer, and yet Cone was the co-founder of The Neuro. About Filer’s mural, Allison Hanes writes,

The work shows Penfield and Cone back to back at the bedside of a young woman, surrounded by a group of nurses, colleagues, contemporaries and some of the greats from the history of neurology. While Penfield, arms extended, looks toward the horizon, Cone’s sorrowful gaze is fixed on the patient — a perfect synopsis of their medical styles.

I plan to read The Mind Mappers: Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain, by Eric Andrew-Gee (Random House Canada, 2025); published only last year, this sounds like an excellent book and will explain and describe something of the relationship of Wilder Penfield and William Cone; Cone deserves our attention, he dedicated his life to neurology and is also an eminent and distinguished physician. The William Cone Fonds are archived at the Osler Library at McGill University.

I can understand how Dr. William Cone felt betrayed by Penfield when he was passed over as head of The Neuro when Penfield retired; that is, Cone co-founded The Neuro and he was passed over by Penfield, the other co-founder of The Neuro and Cone's long-time friend. It was perhaps a correct decision but Cone’s feeling of betrayal were overwhelming; this betrayal, it is suggested, led to Cone`s suicide in his office at The Neuro. 

Perhaps the images of mental illness, the suffering endured by people as depicted in Filer`s mural, describe Cone's mental and emotional state at that time in his life. Dr. Cone’s suffering has more to do with psychology than with neurology; in Jungian terms, Cone was confronted by his shadow, by the unresolved dark side, the repressed side, of his psyche; he couldn’t deal with the personal injustice of betrayal by a longtime friend and colleague. At first I thought that Wilder Penfield didn't think Cone was up to the job of running an institution that Cone co-founded, but now I wonder if it was a case of misjudgment by Penfield; or, Penfield was not aware of his own shadow and Dr. Cone suffered the consequences. Whatever the reason, it led to Dr. Cone's death.

Dr.Penfield was succeeded at The Neuro by Dr. Theodore Rasmussen. One day I will explain something of our family’s experience at The Neuro.


Dr. William Cone


Cone's obituary


This portrait of Wilder Penfield, painted by Lynn Buckham in 1972, is
on permanent exhibit on the first floor of The Neuro; behind Penfield
is the statue at the The Neuro's entrance


                                     
                                             Wilder Penfield's name inscribed on the wall at the 
                                                            entrance to The Neuro with the names of other 
                                                            important neurologists; Cone's name is absent
                                                                                                                                        

Dr. Penfield’s Josiah Wood lectures 


                                         

                                                       


Note: The statue at The Neuro's entrance is "a marble sculpture titled La Nature se dévoilant devant la Science ("Nature unveiling herself before science"). Installed in 1934, it is a copy of the original sculpture from 1899 by Ernest Barrias, chosen by founder Dr. Wilder Penfield to symbolize the ideal of neurological research."









Thursday, April 30, 2026

Walking on Mount Royal, 30 April 2011
















This was the day Cassidy and I walked on Mount Royal and spread Jack's ashes, he was a wonderful and intelligent Whippet, we all loved that dog and remember him with fondness. 

Monday, April 6, 2026

Hubert Darrell and Darrell Morrisey, the Two Darrells

 


Anyone following my work knows of my interest in the "forgotten" Beaver Hall Group artist Darrell Morrisey. I thought that I had written what I wanted to say about Darrell Morrisey and then I read Adam Shoalts's Vanished Beyond the Map: The Mystery of Lost Explorer Hubert Darrell and I
realized that a little more needed to be said on Darrell Morrisey. Hubert Darrell, who explored and mapped parts of Canada's far north, is the son of Charles Darrell after whom, coincidentally, Darrell Morrisey was named. In 1890 Hubert Darrell moved to Birtle, Manitoba and several years later he began his exploration and mapping of Canada's far north. Darrell Morrisey was an artist and member of the prestigious Beaver Hall Group of artists. The two Darrells never met and, tragically, they both died young, but they lived true to their inner calling, one that was far removed from the expectations of their families and social class. Here is the essay, THE TWO DARRELLS, HUBERT DARRELL AND DARRELL MORRISEY.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Lane behind 2226 Girouard Avenue, 22 October 2009

This is the lane behind my grandmother's home at 2226 Girouard Avenue. Below are photographs of her back porch where someone took photos of my mother and I in the early 1950s and other photos of my Uncle Alex and his son, Herb, taken in the late 1930s. The place wasn't maintained after my grandmother's passing in 1965, and here we are, 44 years later, (photographs taken on this day in 2009), and the building has completely gone to ruin.

In 2015 I published an essay, Remembering Girouard Avenue, about my family living here. It can be found at https://archive.org/details/RememberingGirouardAvenueStephenMorrissey