I really enjoy Jerome Groopman's columns in the New Yorker, but the book made him seem stiff, repetitive, and pompous. All the observations seemed trite and obvious and none of his case studies held my interest for their length. Even worse, the reader read everything in a flat monotone, reminiscent of a 1950s educational tape (e.g., "Your Friend, Aluminum"). Do not attempt this book while driving -- your mind will wander and you will fall asleep.
The best parts of the book are Groopman's discussing his own (rather than other doctors') experiences; particularly interesting was his description of his article on Cox-2 inhibitors, which kicked off much of the enthusiasm for those drugs in the US.
... and also leave you with some hope at the end. Real heroes solving a mystery that affects millions of people, villains clearly present but barely visible through the fog they've scattered, and a lot of complacency and complexity making a bad situation worse. Great story, told (and read) well.
This is the sort of book where I'm astounded an abridgement exists; I would not have purchased it had I realized it wasn't the full book.
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