Saturday, March 21, 2015

Q: Say, how's Emperor of Maladies going?

A: The subject matter is SO FUCKING GRIM I took a break halfway through and to lighten up I'm reading a book about a fucking crazy fake Buddhist cult instead. Just reading about people enduring chemo wards makes me feel like I'm getting punched in the ventricles. It's also bringing back bad, bad memories of hanging out in ERs and ICUs and recovery rooms. FUN.

(Also, yes, gripping topic and all that, but OY VEY, Siddhartha Mukherjee couldn't write his way out of a wet paper bag with the bottom ripped open. This won the Pulitzer? And it's not a biography of cancer, per se, but of cancer treatment. Yes, there's a pretty big difference.)