As I read "Manmade Breast Cancers," I found myself simultaneously addicted to the author's personal story, and also thrown off by the disjointed addition of the feminist theorizing embedded within it. It was as if each alone would have worked, but together they did not always read smoothly. This could be for two reasons: one, the because writer is more experienced with theorizing, and two becasue the topic of her narrative is so intimate and emotional that the reader has to switch gears to read the theory. However, while the combination of personal story and scholarly theory is stylistically a bit akward, their coexistance make the author's point, and draw the reader into the thesis of the book in more ways than one. ( As I got used to it, I kind of liked it!)
Eisenstein's discussion of the body brought me to a different awareness of my own body, and her candid look at her emotions is admirable and unique. I highly recommend this book to increase our awarness of the many factors involved in any disease.
