Natural Causes: An Epidemic of Wellness, the Certainty of Dying, and Killing Ourselves to Live Longer Hardcover – April 10, 2018

I just finished reading this and closed the book with a satisfying snap. As with all really good to great books, I finished it knowing more, in the case of this book much more, than when I started.This isn't really a book for the young, although some will get good from it. It's a book for those of us who are of a certain age, or, have parents of a certain age and are wrestling with what the means to them, and to us.It is also not a book for devout theists of any flavor. Ehrenreich's atheism is in full view throughout the book.Although not what I would call a consistently uplifting read, I would say that I finished the book with a sense of calm and a far better appreciation for dealing with end of life issues and thoughts that come from the existential nihilism many of feel as we get older in general. I also found it very well written and an easy read (I finished it over a couple of days). Although I wouldn't recommend it to everyone I know (in particular the born-again Christian types, or any other particularly religiously fanatic person), I would recommend it to a majority.Buy the physical version. Read it. Share it with those you love. You won't regret it.

Wow, what a disappointment. Perhaps my expectations were too high? I acknowledge that I expected a lot from the writer of "Nickel and Dimed", the book that changed my tipping habits in particular and my view of the life of the low-level worker in general. And the subject matter of "Natural Causes" was perfectly in sync with my circumstances: dealing with advancing age and a cancer diagnosis. My situation has been fermenting since early 2017 and by now I've come to the conclusion that my generation, the boomers, are not going to put up with the medical / pharmaceutical / health insurance industry's standard operating procedures. Instead, we were going to take charge of our lives, our healthcare, and the manner of our death.After reading the NY Times review of this book, and hearing the author interviewed in a Slate podcast, I put in my order to Amazon immediately. I was confident I would enjoy reading somebody who was both an excellent writer and with a solid background in science, and whose views about healthcare in later years seemed to parallel my own. My hope was that along with enjoying the book, I'd be provided with arguments I could use in endlessly frustrating discussions with doctors and insurers. (Example of a frustrating discussion: I value quality of life over quantity, but my doctors take the opposite view and plan treatment accordingly. Whose opinion should prevail? Well, whose life is it, anyway?)With my expectations at such a high level, I was all the more unprepared for a laborious, poorly researched and prepared kvetch against the medical establishment that by its weakness made the issues at hand appear overly subjective and self-centered. Barbara Ehrenreich, what has happened to you?If wanting to be in charge of your medical treatment means you are self-centered, I stand guilty. I don't buy into the myth of the doctor as the all-knowing oracle for curing your ills, and that the patient should be a passive partner in the treatment planning process. But I wasn't ready for Ehrenreich's attempt early on in the book to demonize the medical profession, or reject doctors' advice out of hand. Her attitude harks back to man-hating excesses of early-generation feminism as Ehrenreich equates colonoscopies with sexual assault. Or, when she interprets the (always male, she asserts) gynecologist's white jacket as identifying the dominant player in a ritual where the woman receiving a pelvic exam is deliberately positioned in a receptive position. To me this is nonsense, the fantasy of someone who feels victimized by everything and who assigns absurd motivations to her supposed oppressor. In places, this author seems to have lost touch with reality.It doesn't get better. I have no time for new-age homeopathic practitioners, so was surprised to read this Ph D's accusation that after aligning medicine with science in the late 19th century, the profession "won its monopoly over the business of healing" by deriding homeopathy, chiropractic, and other forms of quackery as "pseudoscience." But they are!She dismisses preventive care as mostly a scam, and even though she exercises she condemns striving for fitness as just another example of our culture of narcissism. There are worthwhile arguments to be made against the excesses of medical testing and the false promises of the fitness industry, but Ehrenreich doesn't bother to make them. Instead she merely accuses, and even the logic of her accusations doesn't add up. Her sloppy writing and gratuitous arguments undermine legitimate criticism of these subjects and so do us all a disservice.In similar fashion, she writes off the mindfulness movement to the machinations of Silicon Valley. She accuses the software developers of drumming up the trend toward mindfulness in order to sell mindfulness-related software. How she makes this connection is beyond me. I've worked in tech since the '80s and am aware there are some mindfulness apps out there, but in this multi-billion dollar industry they fail to register on anybody's bottom line, except perhaps those of a few startups. My reading of her attack on Silicon Valley is that she doesn't like the tech industry and is using the mindfulness fad to accuse the industry of manipulation. When so many far more relevant examples are available -- Facebook's use of user data for example -- her mindfulness argument is just silly. Because it loosely ties in with the book's theme she can justify its inclusion. But her argument is at best naive and at worst disingenuous.Our death-denying culture and the industries that profit from it are worthwhile subjects for criticism, and Ehrenreich goes after them. Logically she argues that no matter how hard we exercise, how carefully we eat, how piously we avoid tobacco and alcohol, we nevertheless will end up dead. Healthy living advocates portray age and disease as personal failings that could be avoided if only we were less self-indulgent. Fair ball, but then she goes over the top and accuses "elites" in the upper middle class of depriving working-class people of their justified enjoyment of one of the few activities that reduce their stress level: smoking. Yes, she defends the tobacco industry and criticizes rising cigarette taxes that "hurt the poor and the working class hardest." Once again in this book Ehrenreich demeans valid criticism of the wellness industry by veering off the path of logic and common sense and defending the undefendable.Her screwy logic is used against advocates of immunotherapy, a new approach to cancer that is generating enthusiasm and research -- and in a few cases, amazing success. But no, she argues, utilizing the immune system in the fight against cancer won't work because one cell type in the immune system, the macrophage, can actually switch sides and defend malignant cells from attack. With that single example she rules out an avenue of research that has only recently become viable due to advances in technology and the mapping of the genome. (In another part of the book, she wonders if much of the massive machinery used in medical treatment these days is actually fake, constructed and installed to impress and make compliant the patient.)I don't know what's up with Barbara Ehrenreich, who is now 76. I'm a believer in Billy Wilder's maxim, "You're only as good as the best thing you've ever done." And I can attest that Ehrenreich has done some of the best investigative writing I've read. There's got to be a reason she fails so badly with this book. To get many of her zany accusations into print she must have fought tooth and nail with her publisher and her editor. I'm guessing that her previous successes and her status as a money-making author enabled her to prevail.This book is going to do Ehrenreich's reputation no good, and may even demean some of the good writing she has done in the past. Worse, her lazy and self-gratifying arguments trivialize a major issue facing an aging America: delivery of compassionate, patient-focused healthcare to a large population, the boomers, who have pretty much had things their way so far in life.We boomers are not going to allow our old age to be "medicalized" as Ehrenreich astutely puts it. If treatment is required, we want to know the alternatives and make the final call. This requires on our part a considerable amount of self-education about our affliction, but the internet provides us with legitimate sources of information that enable us to become "informed patients" who have earned the right to engage in a discussion with our doctors, as opposed to listening to a dissertation about what they're going to do to us next.We've earned the right to call a halt to endless rounds of debilitating therapy and go to palliative care. And when that is exhausted, it will be our choice to go to hospice care, preferably in-home, and with the option of assistance from our doctor at the end of life so we don't have to endure intractable pain and needless suffering for weeks or months before we expire.I'm hopeful that my generation will achieve a high quality of life through our senior years, that we'll control our illnesses rather than the other way around, and that we will learn to accept the inevitability of age and death early on, and have the authority to determine the time and manner of our death. The infrastructure is in place but attitudes of all the players need reality adjustments: We boomers must learn to age gracefully, our caregivers must learn to work with us rather than dictate to us, and the medical options as we near life's end -- palliative and hospice based -- need to be funded sufficiently to meet the requirements of our long-lived generation. All these must come to pass, and I am disappointed this acclaimed writer was unable to move the process forward.

What a treat it was to read this book! I’m not familiar with events at the cellular level in my body, or whatever else is going on in there, as long as it doesn’t hurt. But Ehrenreich makes this understandable, fascinating, funny, and serious at the same time. The book, however, isn’t all about cells. She takes us through a critical look at our health fads and dissects their supposed beneficial benefits. Turns out, you can eat all the kale and seaweed or whatever’s in style right now, but it won’t save you from your eventual death; we’re all going to die, right? Our deaths depend on many things we have no control over, such as cancer, a heart attack, or nuclear war. Ehrenreich also examines our burgeoning “preventive medicine” culture as a huge money-maker for doctors and hospitals, but not necessarily of much benefit to people.I’ve always wondered why death is practically taboo in our culture; it’s treated as something to whisper about and to avoid at all cost. I’ve known lots of people who are scared to death about dying. Why? If you’re religious, you get to live in Heaven for eternity (which doesn’t sound too good to me; wouldn’t it get boring?). Or if you’re not religious, you can imagine nothingness: no pain, heartache, regrets, money issues, etc. Are we so self-centered that we can’t imagine not being alive? The takeaway: enjoy your life while you can, don’t go crazy over food or exercise fads, and go gently into that good night when your time comes.

I'm a long-time fan of Ehrenreich; but I was disappointed with this book. Unlike Nickeled and Dimed or Bright-Sided, this takes a very big subject, has a very large thesis about it--and fails to deliver. The author excels in finding and debunking frauds and social wrongs--the treatment of poor workers or people on the skids, in particular. But her effort to take on the entire medical establishment and alternative medicine, and even whole philosophical ideas about the nature of ourselves and the world is piecemeal, of course. It falls too quickly into diatribe, substitutes gibes for real reasoning, and fails to avoid logical fallacies. The thesis is a good one, a timely one--but the book does not succeed in its exposition.

My husband and I are about the same age as Ehrenreich. Everyone thinks that if you have excellent insurance you are home free- however that does not prevent doctors from using you as a cash cow or a sa guinea pig for their latest money making office test.She exposes the underbelly of a medical profession that is not as knowledgeable in science as one is led to believe and preys on our fear of death. I got news for you- it's going to happen.A total joy to read- not another 10 ways to live longer crappy book. Liberating.

I was diagnosed with cancer several years ago. As well as reading up on my condition, and on cancer in general (Dr Servan Schreiber; Dr Susan Love; Pr Robert Weinberg) I've been reading up on death and dying issues and on health in disease in general (Dr Sherwin Nutland; Dr Atul Gawande; Dr Paul Kalanithi; Dr Martin Winckler; Susan Sonntag; Mitzi Blennerhassett). I had reread Barbara Ehrenreich's book Smile or Die after being diagnosed, and watched one of her videos on the subject, she had managed to make me laugh when she explained how she had ranted and grovelled throughout her cancer treatment!Some chapters of this book are in the same vein as 'Smile or Die', but the book goes much, much deeper. It's taken me several months to read it, as I looked up some of the references, and there was really much to mull over. My favourite subject was probably the one about how our immune system can betray us: as someone who has auto-immune diseases, I sometimes joke with my doctors that if my immune system was an employee, I'd fire them and replace them with someone who is competent and can do the job properly... but unfortunately I'm stuck with them for the rest of my life.I am an atheist, like Barbara Ehrenreich, and I don't have too much of a problem facing my own mortality, i.e. the fact that once I'm dead, that's it, I cease to exist altogether, I will no longer have a stream of consciousness, and nothing will survive, no soul or anything. It doesn't frighten me as much as a 'theist', even though I spend a lot more time thinking about death (and about living my life in a good way) than them, and I started to think of death as a small chilld, due to an early experience of bereavements and then of helping out on a farm, killing and slaughtering animals for food, or going out fishing, again for food. It's quite counterintuitive but it's also the experience of other atheists I've spoken with. Similarly, we're more frightened about physical pain than 'theists', and therefore we tend to favour euthanasia, the way it's done in Netherlands (where, in 2017, the number of patients who saw their request for euthanasia declined was equal to the number of patients who saw their request for euthanasia granted) or in Belgium.However, if I don't fear my own death, I do fear the death of people I like, and especially the death of people I love... and at the beginning of this year, I lost someone I'd known for over half my life, and who has very, very dear to me. It was incredibly difficult for me, even though I should have been relieved that they were no longer in pain. I just wanted to turn back the clock and intervene in their life several decades ago, to try and avoid them developing this disease. After about a fortnight, I turned to Barbara Ehrenreich's book again, to try and focus on something else than this person's death (I was really not in the mood for any light reading), and I actually found it really, really helpful, and read it again from cover to cover, with a new perspective. In the epilogue, Barbara Ehrenreich quotes a poem which Bertold Brecht wrote on his death bed, about how to enjoy the sound of blackbirds singing outside when you know that they will carry on singing when you're gone. This poem was one which my dearly departed loved, and to find it in this book (which I hadn't finished when he died) felt like a sign from him, even though I consider he's gone for good, and it made me smile and cry at the same time, and think of those quiet evenings spent together looking at the blossoming cherry trees and the clouds floating in the blue sky, and listening to blackbirds singing... and I felt much more at peace. Help with the grieving process wasn't something I had expected to get out of this book, I just wanted to look at my own mortality, but this book helped me more than most of the books and articles and videos I've found over the past couple of months.I think this is a book which one would need to read several times during one's life, when one is young and death seems far away, when one has had a bereavement and death seems closer, when one starts getting health issues (not life threatening yet) and when one gets a diagnosis for a potentially life threatening condition. I don't know whether it would help a young person who has been diagnosed with a terminal disease, it is written from the perspective of someone who has had a good life and is ready to go (though not eager to!). However, once you're middle aged, I think you start having the same perspective, and even if you don't have any serious condition yet and are in good health, you could get covid-19, you could get a car accident, you could get food poisoning... so thinking about your death (and drawing up your will, and filling up an advanced directives form) can't hurt, and this book is extremely well suited for the job.

I've read a few books about death and the human urge to control it so was curious about this book, particularly when I had enjoyed "Nickel and Dimed" by the same author.It is just over 200 pages and split into 12 chapters, the titles of which give hints about their contents.I was immediately hooked into the author's style of writing in the same way of her last book I read. I'm certainly of her opinion that I want to be in control of any medical intervention. I'm 20 years younger than the author at the time she wrote this book so have a slightly difference perspective but still very strongly believe that life should not be extended artificially with no advantage.The first four or five chapters were completely absorbing but then she strayed off topic into the science which I found much less engaging than her opinions. Once the topic headed towards society's views of aging and death, I felt more interested again. There wasn't much that I found startling but it was good to have another opinion.I'm very much in agreement with the statement headlines in the book but think her analysis is so deep that it goes off at a few unnecessary tangents. The book did keep my attention to the end but it was a struggle.

I like BE's searing honesty. She's great on why she's packed up having medical examinations. She explains why medical checkups are not as sensible as they seem. Doctors might make needless interventions, or you'll just get caught up in their system and spend days in windowless rooms waiting for appointments. Far better to live and if you get caught with cancer, well, you're time is up. She's also caustic about healthy eating and workmen out.The stuff about cells was moderately interesting. But I found the ways she champions science and scorns religion just ridiculous. The pandemic has shown that people have swapped religion for science, and turned science back into a religion. We've all got to die of something.Suffice to say, this book has dated quickly.

An interesting read and points out many things I had not thought about. (The most worrying personally is the very slow long lingering decline if you've been fit most of your life.)The one criticism is that she does not mention the mystery of all this, the world, our existence. But maybe this is not the book to do it.Still, 5 stars yes.

At last, a knowledgeable piece of writing on an awkward subject which is familiar to us all. Written with humour, mirth and passion.