You guys, I love Mary Roach books. I think she is a delightful author and I really enjoy her perspective on the world. Her Packing for Mars is one of my comfort books; I have read it several times, and I recommend her books to everyone. I did not love this book like I have loved her others, and I have struggled a bit to write this review.
This book is entered around war, and the science surrounding trying to keep soldier safe, healthy and sane, for the most part. Some of the science is of course very interesting, but the reality is that these people are at risk because they are soldiers, and their governments put them at risk. I know if is complicated, and as a Canadian I have strong feelings about peace keeping missions and aiding countries at risk, but I have trouble finding the gentle absurdity in the science of war, particularly in the care that soldiers receive when they return home wounded. Although Roach has her common sense of warmth and care for people throughout this book, as with her other, I get the sense she was similarly dismayed by some of the subject matter.
As always, Roach’s book is well written, flows well, and contains some good humour. I just couldn’t warm up to this book as I have the previous ones. Maybe it’s my age, or just the state of the world, but it just made me sad.