A must read for those of you have a cancer history in hour family. It helped me understand the cancer that caused the death of my mother. I was too young then to understand what happened to her.

"Emperor of All Maladies" by Siddhartha Mukherjee deserves a solid 4 out of 5 stars. This book is a captivating journey through the history of cancer, offering a remarkable blend of accessible cancer-related biology, real-life cases, and compelling storytelling. Mukherjee's writing style masterfully weaves facts and personal experiences, making complex topics approachable for lay readers. The title, "Emperor of All Maladies," aptly reflects the pervasive and formidable nature of cancer. It signifies how cancer, like a relentless ruler, has historically loomed large in the lives of individuals and communities. Cancer is a disease that has, at times, seemed unbeatable and all-encompassing, much like an emperor's dominion. Mukherjee's book not only educates readers about the science and history of cancer but also offers hope by highlighting the progress made in its treatment. Overall, "Emperor of All Maladies" is a highly informative and engaging read that sheds light on the multifaceted aspects of cancer, earning its well-deserved place on the bookshelf of anyone interested in this complex disease.

The book starts out rooted firmly in the human experience, told through the stories of patients, doctors, and discoverers from the ancients up through the modern era. I found these stories fascinating and often incredibly sad; I could relate to them. Around the 1960s the book shifts into a more technical vein, which makes sense because this is when so many innovations in cancer research and treatment began, but I found myself disengaging from the story. The author does a laudable job of keeping the human experience a part of the story, but this is a biography of cancer - not humans - and at some point the story becomes less about "us" and more about "it". Or rather, "them", because one of the most fascinating parts of the book was seeing how heterogenous cancer is in the human body. Lymphomas are completely different from breast cancer, which is completely different from sarcoma, etc. I truly had no idea. Also fascinating was how breast cancer was the focus of cancer research for literally hundreds of years. This seems like a woman-positive situation until you discover the devastating surgeries and experiments that doctors inflicted on the female body. Would they have been so quick to carve out literal pounds of flesh if these were male bodies? Would male patients have had more authority over their own care, and been fully informed about what was about to be done to their bodies? Kudos to the author for explicitly calling out the medical industry on its historically cavalier treatment of women, and acknowledging the women of the 1970s who refused to be sidelined in their own treatment, and thus forged the patients' rights movement out of the second-wave feminist movement.

can you believe i used to read nonfiction part 2

Here now in his triumph where all things falter, Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread, As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead. (Swinburne) Quite lyrical but exhausting. All the way from Galen to personal oncogenetics. The section on pre-anesthesia radical surgery was truly nauseating. A horrendous macho fad: Haagensen wrote in 1956: 'it is my duty to carry out as radical an operation as the... anatomy permits.' The radical mastectomy had... edged into the “ultraradical,” an extraordinarily morbid, disfiguring procedure in which surgeons removed the breast, the pectoral muscles, the axillary nodes, the chest wall, and occasionally the ribs, parts of the sternum, the clavicle, and the lymph nodes inside the chest. Breast cancer, [Halsted] claimed, spun out from the breast into the lymph nodes under the arm, then cartwheeled mirthlessly through the blood into the liver, lungs, and bones. A surgeon’s job was to arrest that centrifugal spread by cutting every piece of it out of the body, as if to catch and break the wheel in midspin. This meant treating early breast cancer aggressively and definitively. The more a surgeon cut, the more he cured. The sheer amount of money and genius thrown at cancer - with merely gradual returns - is not really considered in terms of its opportunity cost, by Mukherjee of anyone - what diseases might we have cured with those hundreds of billions? What giant, clever prevention studies run? But never mind: cancer won the PR war (against apathy, against political indifference, against more cost-effective causes) very early on, with the chemo pioneer Farber and his use of Jimmy The campaign against cancer, Farber learned, was much like a political campaign: it needed icons, mascots, images, slogans—the strategies of advertising as much as the tools of science. For any illness to rise to political prominence, it needed to be marketed, just as a political campaign needed marketing. A disease needed to be transformed politically before it could be transformed scientifically. and later with the powerful patient blocs. Not sure who would benefit from reading this closely; there's too much detail. Maybe med school freshers?

Story telling imbued with history, data, and perspective. A truly enlightening read!

** spoiler alert ** Bazı durumların, uygulamaların ve kabullerin yüzyıllar içinde dahi değişmediği, bazılarınınsa neredeyse anlık hızla değişebildiğini; tıbbın ve bir onkoloğun gözünden okumak heyecan verici. Kanser ile katettiğimizi sandığımız yolun bir arpa boyundan çok olmadığını ve gelecekte her iki kişiden birinin kanserle savaşacağı öğrenince korkmamak, hüzünlenmemek elde değil. Mükemmel bir kitap.

4.5 stars I always have trouble rating nonfiction books because of my rating system being so based on how much I enjoy a book. But I did actually enjoy this and it was just VERY interesting.

Good read. Excellent telling of how far cancer research has come.

I say I enjoy most books but this one was truly incredible. Using both research and personal stories, the author is able to tell a story that will change the way you think about disease and cancer in particular. There were definitely aspects that I did not understand as I am not in the medical field but it is a must read nonetheless

I was sent right back to the 70s watching my father as we first discovered he had leukemia and then as he went though, the experimental treatment of "chemotherapy" to annihilate the mutant, prolific, white blood cells. It didn't work. His death was slow and very painful to watch. But he did enjoy a period of remission between the first diagnosis and the final stage where his hematologist just disappeared without even a word of sympathy to our family. Just enough time where my mom convinced herself the doctors were wrong and it had just been a bad infection and all would be fine. Damn you cancer. The Emperor of Maladies tries to walk above this "damn you cancer" line. Which is just impossible to do. Try, try, try to be all clinical and factual about this hideous, shape-shifting disease if you dare. Nope. Not going to work.

This offers a thorough review of our understanding of cancer over many decades. I give a lot of credit to the author for making such a complicated history palatable to the general public. It helps highlight the great difficulties faced over the years with regards to finding a cure for cancer, not just the scientific and medical complexities but also the political forces behind it. Overall, I think it's a great book, although it covers so much ground that as a reader I often wished it were more concise. As beautifully written as it was, you need a lot of patience to read through it all. Confession: I listened to the audio book at 3x speed to get through it.

“Cancer was not disorganised chromosomal chaos. It was organised chromosomal chaos," S. M. 4.5/5 Thank you, Dr. Mukherjee. I am grateful.

I enjoyed this book much more than I thought I would. I found myself absolutely fascinated by all the topics Mukherjee mentioned. Cancer, as he describes, is not just one static disease. Both the disease-and all its forms-and the treatments take such wide varied form, it's hard to imagine how Mukherjee crammed as much as he did into this book without overwhelming the reader. That last fact, in my opinion, was both an advantage and a disadvantage. I'll start with the negative first. It was so vast Mukherjee often had to jump back and forth in the time line as he discussed each successive advance in prevention and/or treatment. I'm sure that it would have been more obvious had I read this book in print rather than as an audiobook. Another disadvantage due to the format? Mukherjee's frequent lapses into personal anecdotes, which, while appropriate, were often disconcerting in the shift from third to first person. Here's the advantage. Mukherjee mastered all the various themes and topics he crammed into this book without overwhelming the reader, a supremely impressive feat. The science alone could easily overwhelm the average reader. It's no wonder Mukherjee won the Pulizter.

I found this supremely well written, balanced between the smooth telling of a suspense (who-done-it?) and just enough grounding in science history to keep both strands readable. He kept the human context alive with the patients he followed and he showed humility in the way he never presumed to be more than a learner even after he became a qualified specialist. The best science books are those that kindle the feeling of awe at life and the universe. Here there is awe at the perseverance of many to find cures and even awe at the incredible wily supreme survivor, the disease itself. The only reason I didn't give 5-stars was because there wasn't enough of the patients perspectives, but perhaps I'm being unfair, the subtitle is "a biography of Cancer" after all.

Superb. So happy it ended with optimism, though.