Wednesday, 27 January 2016

The Emperor of all Maladies


Wow, what can I say.  This book has been a phenomenal read. I have been engrossed in it every night now for over 2 weeks and it has been an unbelievable experience. It has been , and you might not believe this, a true pleasure to read. 
Yes, parts have been incredibly moving and sad, other bits have been uplifting and joyous and other bits have been like reading a detective novel. Every page I have found out something interesting and thought provoking and I'm kinda sad  it's finished now.
One thing is for sure, this doctor knows his stuff!  He has complete reverence for his patients, a great deal of historical knowledge about cancer and amazingly he is an EXCELLENT writer, who can make complicated science understandable whilst at the same time writing such beautiful sentences.
It sounds a bit sick but this book has smashed my serious scary fears I had about cancer because this guy has just laid everything bare and written down the  history of how humans have been fighting this disease to the best of their abilities over the last 4000 years. Reading about the best endeavours of focussed, almost obsessed, doctors and scientists  willing themselves to cure such a complicated disease ,whilst balancing these scientific advancements against the psychological needs of the patients themselves has been fascinating. 
My favourite parts were 

 when Victorian British doctors suddenly realised that chimney sweep boys were getting lots of scrotal cancer and that soot must be some kind of carcinogen.

How Mr Doll came up with the link between smoking and lung cancer, and was fought all the way by the tobacco companies. 

How the nonorganic dyes produced in the industrial revolution could be used so successfully to stain cells and see them so clearly. 

The power of X Rays to both see inside the body and also give you cancer.

How mustard gas and the periwinkle flowers were discovered to be great chemotherapy drugs because they are two of the best targeted cell poisons. ( Mustard gas killing off all white blood cells in healthy bone marrow was a side affect detected in dead soldiers and civilians in the First World War.)

How you shouldn't give marmite to someone with leukaemia because it speeds up the cancer cell replication. Marmite is full of folates and leukaemia sufferers need anti-folates.

How viruses, genetics, hormones, carcinogens and random mutations all play a part in the game called cancer and how scientists through the ages came to these conclusions. 

How a cancer only found in chickens helped scientists prove that cancer structurally changes our DNA.

How important mice have been for testing on and how some scientists just tested certain drugs on themselves because they were so desperate for human guinea pigs.

How a mad scientist studying the reproductive cycle of  real guinea pigs suddenly came up with the idea of the smear as a preventative test for cervical cancer.

How random trials should be carried out on humans to prove a drugs worth.  This part was fascinating for me because doctors are biased by the very nature of being human.  Putting pure mathematical and statistical data into practice when people's lives are in the balance is a tough balancing act.

The importance of screening programmes to save lives before the cancer even takes a hold. The first breast cancer screening trials in the 70s were a disaster because they were not random enough. It was a small Swedish village which produced the data that breast screening is only worthwhile in society for women over 50. 

Fund raising and awareness raising in the community, especially in 1950s America when you couldn't say the words breast, cancer or prostate on TV or radio and the absolute dedication of high society people to raise funds for children's cancer wards. Things were/are funded so differently here in the UK! 

Interviewing a woman in her 60s, who was one of the first children to be cured of childhood leukaemia through chemotherapy. This was incredibly moving. 

How new drugs target rogue genes and proteins in certain cancer cells and turn off their desire to talk to each other and replicate. How cell biologists spent such long hours finding about how these switches on genes worked and then often didn't communicate their findings so well to oncologists.  The lack of communication was often horrifying as well as the pitfalls of getting drug companies to fund trials on humans. 

How cancer touches everybody, rich and poor, old and young. How it is a disease which is a mutant copy of ourselves, a disease which has managed to gain immortality.  A disease which we will never beat completely, but one that we can control, live with and often cure. A disease which as a society ages becomes more and more prevalent.  A disease which many of us will live under the shadow of but luckily these days kills fewer and fewer children.

This book is a true testament to everything good about humans and a true testament to the author's passion and dedication to his chosen career of helping people understand and fight this terrible disease. 





Tuesday, 12 January 2016

How to be Both

I hated this book.  I hated this book so much I have stopped reading it.  I hated it so much I don't even want to waste time writing about it.   Critics loved it, raved about it, swooned over it.  All I can say is WTF?   Did they really read it?  It is pretentious bollocks...the only thing I might have learnt is that I should maybe look at a piece of art in a gallery for longer before deciding I don't like  it and that just because there are words on a page it doesn't mean they actually mean anything.   I decided today that half of the book is enough. I have stopped reading it after the end of the first story.  I skim read the second half and got nothing but eye strain. I have since found out that different versions have the two stories printed in the opposite order.  What a bloody gimmick.
    I have realised, thanks in part to my friend Tanya, that life is far too short to waste on shite books.  For gods sake, I only have about enough time in my life to read about 0.000001% of the books I would like to read.  So this is going in my charity bag.  The one thing I have learnt here in spades is JANE, DONT get swayed by critics.  On the plus side it only cost me a quid from a charity shop.

The Well of Lost Plots



This is the third book in the crazy Thursday Next series and yes, I did enjoy it but the first half was pretty slow to be honest and then suddenly it picked up and the last two thirds was great fun and totally bonkers. I love this series because it is so ridiculous.  Here Thursday is hiding out in a  kinda crap third rate unpublished novel in the lower basement of the book placement depository (known as the Well of Lost Plots.) so she can hide from the evil Goliath company. She has done an exchange with one of the minor characters in the book so that the bored female character can have a sabbatical from her mind numbing  and cheesy role. (The book is called Caversham Heights and involves lots of boring police procedure action around Reading.)  
This book is impossible to describe but basically Thursday is trying to find her eradicated husband but along the way she uncovers a dastardly plot (concocted by an evil politician in the real work who is really just an escaped book character living a secret double life) to make all books 'ULTRAWORD Trade mark' which will force all books to become interactive ereaders where words, plots and storylines can be edited simultaneously and used as tools for mass propaganda.  Miss Haversham helps Thursday rocket between the two worlds and together with the help of cliched characters from unpublished novels, the witches from Macbeth and Solomon (judgement of)  they manage to foil the dastardly deed. The Goliath company are beginning to track agent Thursday down to the crap Well of Lost Plots  so right at the end of the book Thursday has to hide in the 'Footnote sewer' to successfully reveal the evil plan.  Of course I love the mad play with language and the jumps from high brow to low brow references. I especially loved the scene of Rage Management for the characters in Wuthering Heights, the strike by oral traditional characters who felt they were not getting their true recognition due to their status of not being well known in the world of print.  (Humpty Dumpty was their shop steward) and the incredibly dangerous Mispeling Vyrus where suddenly, if you were unlucky enough to be caught in its net, floors change to flour and walls change to balls. (Uriah Hope got caught up in the vyrus and got his personality and surname changed forever.)   The thing I love about these daft books is Jasper Fforde's incredible imagination.  Reading these is exactly the same joy I got as when I read Terry Pratchett novels as  a teenager. MADNESS and a lot of geeky fun, which feels very comforting.