![]() ![]() ![]() And I didn’t understand many of the details of the final section although I did grasp some key points.Įvery patient’s cancer is unique because every cancer genome is unique. My brain doesn’t handle scientific information well. As his reader, though, I was a failure in this last section. Mukherjee is a fine writer, very clear, very direct with a sharp eye for emotional and physical detail. It was difficult for me because the final 130 or so pages of The Emperor of All Maladies deals with the exquisitely refined scientific searchings and discoveries of the nature of cancer and of new methods for attacking various versions of the disease. Many know people who have died from it.Ī poignant element for me as I read this book over the last month or so was to learn from the news that Janet Rowley, a University of Chicago researcher mentioned often in Mukherjee’s text, had died on December 17, of complications from ovarian cancer. Most of us know someone who has or has had cancer, or have or have had it ourselves. It is difficult, in part, because cancer is a great fear. ![]() That’s not because it’s a bad book, but because it is such a thorough, courageous look at a disease - well, a family of many diseases - that is bedeviling humanity to an ever greater extent today as we live longer and survive or avoid other causes of death. The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee was a difficult book for me to read, as I suspect it will be for most people. ![]()
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