Reception
In the British Medical Journal, a 1998 review said:
Chances are that if you visited a remote district hospital in a developing country you would find a well thumbed copy of Where There Is No Doctor in its library. The book is intended primarily for village health workers, but generations of doctors and medical missionaries who have worked in under-resourced communities globally will vouch for its value in providing concise reliable information.
The book was referenced in a 2004 article in The Lancet, entitled Can we achieve health information for all by 2015?. Underlining the importance of straightforward information in the language of the reader, the authors wrote that:
A community health worker may find a single copy of Where There is No Doctor, adapted and written in the local language, more useful than access to thousands of international journals.
In the Journal of the American Medical Association, a 2010 review said:
it is still not known if the book effectively improves health. In most of the world, where physicians are not available and diseases are rampant, the status quo is unacceptable. Until better solutions are created, Where There Is No Doctor is probably a useful stop-gap measure.
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