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Book review – “The Burning Chambers” by Kate Mosse

The winners of the Women’s Prizes were announced a couple of weeks ago and I was delighted to see that Virginia Evans’s The Correspondent won the Fiction award – I have just completed the book and enjoyed it very much so look out for my review of that one soon. The Non-fiction award went to Lyse Doucet, the outstanding BBC international correspondent whom I have long admired and have seen speaking on many occasions. Her prize-winning debut book, The Finest Hotel in Kabul, has been on my TBR list since it was published last year. But a shout-out must go to the amazing Kate Mosse, co-founder of the Women’s Prize, an extraordinary force for good in the literary world. I have come to her books relatively late, but enjoy them enormously, and have reviewed the Languedoc trilogy on here (I have reviewed Labyrinth and Sepulchre, but not yet Citadel though I have read it.)

I read The Burning Chambers for a bit of light relief when I was having a deal too much of Proust (!), and it was, quite frankly, just what I needed to get a bit of energy back into my reading. It is the first in her series of the Joubert Family Chronicles and begins in Carcassonne in 1562 at the time of the religious wars between the Catholics and the Hugenots. The central character is Minou Joubert, the nineteen year-old daughter of bookseller Bernard Joubert. Bernard’s wife is dead and so Minou’s primary role in the family is to care for her younger siblings Aimeric and Alis. It is noted that Minou does not resemble her brother and sister; for example, her hair is red, flame-coloured, unlike the dark and curly hair of her siblings. This also gives some hint to her character.

The Joubert family is Catholic, in line with the ruling elite in that area at the time, but Bernard’s insistence on religious tolerance has got him into trouble and the business is suffering. While he is away, Minou receives a sealed letter, sealed with a distinctive family crest, bearing only five words: “She knows that you live”. This is the start of a chain of events which will set Minou on a dangerous path. At about the same time she meets, by chance, Piet Reydon, a Dutchman and a Protestant, who has travelled to the area to support a possible uprising against the oppression of the Catholic church. The couple are immediately attracted to one another, but, of course, their initial exchanges are not auspicious. Piet is a wanted man and Minou helps him flee the city; even though she is a Catholic, she has inherited her father’s passionate commitment to freedom of worship. Before he escapes, Piet leaves a valuable religious relic in her safekeeping. Soon after this Minou returns home one day to find that her young sister Alis, a sickly child, vanished whilst the servant had briefly left the house. Minou feels she has no choice but to go in search of Alis, sensing a connection with the mysterious letter, and the ancient religious relic.

Violence erupts in the region and Minou’s flight and search for her sister take place against this backdrop. Mosse is a consummate plotter and alongside the quest and the burgeoning love story between Minou and Piet there is the ever-present threat of capture by Vidal, the former associate of Piet’s now turned cruel and ambitious Cardinal, who intends to eliminate whatever (and whomever) he perceives as a threat to his ascent. 

This is a gripping page-turner of a book that I enjoyed thoroughly and I look forward to reading the next book in the series The City of Tears, which by happy coincidence, I picked up recently in a secondhand bookshop whilst on my travels!

Book review – “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” by Rebecca Skloot

I’d been reading some books about writing non-fiction (to try and improve my own writing) and I came across this book, extensively cited as a fine example of the genre. It’s a chunky book that I intended to skim read, with a view to getting an idea about structure and the concept of writing about a personal journey, but I quickly became engrossed in the incredible story of Henrietta Lacks, a black woman, mother of five from Virginia, who died in 1951 at the age of thirty-one from an aggressive form of cervical cancer. Without either her consent or knowledge, the surgeon treating Henrietta took some of her cancer cells and passed them on to a colleague who was trying to find cells which would survive long enough outside the human body to be useful for research. The idea of doing this without the patient’s consent seems shocking to a 21st century reader, but remember this occurred at a time of segregation and ethical concerns and patient rights were concepts not widely considered to be essential elements of medical practice.

Henrietta LacksThis may have been unremarkable and probably happened more than we care to imagine, but for what happened next: Henrietta’s surgeon had noticed how rapidly her cancer cells had grown, but when George Gey, the scientist to whom he had sent the cells, received them, he found that they divided and reproduced at a rapid rate, and, most remarkably, seemed extraordinarily robust outside their host, unlike all other cells he had dealt with. Gey soon forwarded cells to other colleagues working in the field and they too found the ability of these cells to thrive truly remarkable. HeLa (the name given to the cells) was born and they quickly became an essential part of research worldwide into therapies not just for cancer but for polio and HIV to name but a few. It is thought that around 50 million tonnes of HeLa cells have been cultivated since 1951.

 

Meanwhile, Henrietta, died and left behind a widowed husband and five young children, two still in nappies, who would never have any memory of their late mother, and one with severe disabilities who would later be committed to an institution. They were poor; Day, Henrietta’s husband, tried to scrape together a living for the family as best he could while Henrietta’s sisters helped with the children. The family would know nothing of what had happened to Henrietta’s cells.

Rebecca Skloot, the author of this book first learned about the HeLa cells in a science class, but it was not until several years later, reading a research paper that her interest was truly piqued and she decided to do a little more digging. She tried to get in touch with the family and was at first rebuffed, but she became increasingly fascinated, obsessed even about HeLa, and the woman behind the headlines, and what had happened to her family. Eventually, she built a relationship with Deborah, Henrietta’s daughter, who had been an infant when her mother died, and a woman who had never come to terms with her loss.

This book is not just the story of Henrietta and her family, and her cells, it is the author’s journey of discovery of the truth about medicine and science in the second half of the twentieth century. It is also a story about racism and health inequality, about exploitation and greed. The author put years of her life into this book and a glance at the references pages will show you the huge amount of research that went into producing it. It also raises some interesting questions about ethics and consent which may surprise you – you might think the answer to the question “who owns discarded parts of our bodies?” is obvious, but when the complexities of the proposition are explored we see that it is not quite so straightforward.

I expected to skim through this book in a few hours, but I found myself captivated by the story and by the issues it raised. Perhaps there are some bits the author could have left out, but I think it is also pretty clear why she couldn’t!

Recommended, especially if you have any interest in the world of medicine.

Have you ever found yourself becoming engrossed in a book that you didn’t expect?

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