It’s not an
ordinary book for the readers who finish books in a matter of few days. Even
those who have read and grasped it fairly would dread to review it extensively
because it's an inspiring book, thus, exaggerating its one–sided content
doesn’t yield better fruits. It is good in its simplest form.
Reviewers know
that it is a pretty difficult book to review. Well, it's fascinating in a
morbid kind of way. It is converging at the two poles at a same time:
hopelessness and hope. The USP of this book is that it has made horrid subject
like cancer disease so accessible and fascinating to people who aren’t even
distantly connected to medicine. In short, it's a remarkable effort and
deserves to be read widely.
However, after all reading and dreadful fascination with the disease lasting over 400 pages
detailing the 4000 year war waged by various people to find a cure for the
disease, one paragraph in the final chapter chillingly resonates: "Perhaps
cancer defines the inherent outer limit of our survival. As our cells divide
and bodies age, and as mutations accumulate inexorably upon mutations, cancer
might well be the final terminus in our development as organisms". This
one sentence summarizes the mortality of life and the immortality of the
uncontrollably dividing cancer cell which, in essence, is a more flawless form
of ourselves.
This is an
amazing book even though when this book underestimates the unremitting power of
science and human originality. Invalids longing for hope and courage to face
their own time will definitely need this book.
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