Max’s “hook” is the family history of an Italian clan that suffers from a rare prion disease called fatal familial insomnia: basically, it eats away part of your brain, burns out your adrenal gland, and eventually kills you because you can’t sleep. Several victims were actually observed by a world-renowned sleep clinic before their deaths, and even though the patients went into REM and everything, their sleep wasn’t…normal. REM is supposed to momentarily paralyze the sleeper, but the people with FFI were up, walking around, and occasionally bowing to the Queen of England (no, I didn’t make that last part up). Unsurprisingly, when the poor bastards finally “awakened,” they didn’t feel like they’d slept at all. Because they hadn’t.
Say it with me: THAT SHIT BLOWS.
Anyway, that’s the hook, and it’s a good one, but the truth is that Max actually wrote what is essentially a pop history of prion diseases in general: he covers mad cow, scrapie, and kuru, among others. Prions, in case you didn’t know (and I didn’t) are defective proteins that replicate themselves ad infinitum—introduce a prion into your system, and it’ll turn your good proteins bad. Which, in turn, will gunk up your brain, drive you crazy, and then kill you. Fun!
Prions are actually a source of much contention and debate, because they go against our current understanding of infection: basically, we believe that in order for something to infect us, it has to be alive. Viruses technically aren’t, but even they have RNA/DNA, so they pass on a technicality. Prions, though, are just protein. They aren’t alive, not even on a technicality. There are still scientists who believe that the protein theory is wrong and that if we can just get the purification process right, we’ll find out that prions are nothing more than teensy, weensy little viruses.
We live in hope.
ANYWAY. Not surprisingly, given the fact that we still don’t agree on what even causes them, prion diseases are incurable; the ones that have reached epidemic levels, like scrapie and kuru, have gone away only because they burned through their original hosts and the practices that led to them were discontinued, so there are no fresh victims. This made The Family that Couldn’t Sleep a downer, because Max goes through all the horrible, HORRIBLE symptoms these poor people have to deal with before their early deaths, and then…yeah, there’s no cure. Not even the hint of a cure. Not even the whiff of a cure. And although there’s now a test that can predict who’s a carrier (that is, an eventual victim), and although most of the family has taken that test, everyone has refused to learn the results. Which I can totally understand, because that’s not something I could live with knowing, either, but at the same time? The chances of passing this on are 50/50, which means that the younger members of the family who choose to have children will give it to at least some of their babies.*
BUMMER doesn’t even begin to describe it.
The Family that Couldn’t Sleep is fascinating, albeit depressing, but it is hugely, HUGELY problematic. To begin with, Kuru is an illness that devastated certain tribes in Papua New Guinea in the decades immediately following WWII. The people trying to cure it? Were either colonial Australians (they got the territory as a “gift” from the defeated Germans) or Americans. In fact, the chief American investigator on the scene was always going on and on about how great and unspoiled and untouched the “wild” places were and blah blah blah, racist bullshit. Max makes some efforts to show that these attitudes were BAD WRONG BAD WRONG, but usually he’s just very quietly ironic, or he’s silent on the subject altogether.
Horrifyingly enough, however, the racism isn’t the worst part. Guys, I know that we disagree on a lot of things as a society (or societies). I know that we have conversations about what constitutes racism and sexual violence and sexism and whatnot, but I thought we were ALL AGREED that having sex with under-aged boys was just plain wrong. There’s some debate about under-aged girls because we suck at being human beings, but we were ALL AGREED that LITTLE BOYS WERE OFF-LIMITS. And yet! One of the big early researchers in the field of prions was a man named Daniel Carleton Gajdusek. Daniel Carleton Gajdusek? Was a self-admitted pedophile who was later convicted of molesting one of the multiple boys he “adopted”; oh, and he just loved spending time in Papua New Guinea studying Kuru, because some of the tribes there had cultural traditions of pedophilia, and that shit was RIGHT UP HIS ALLEY.
And Max doesn’t condemn him. In fact, the way that he talks about Gajdusek’s “sexuality” is just…ugh. It’s very noncommittal, and at times he almost treats it like it’s a joke. Hahahahaha! He touched a little boy’s weiner! How amusing! Max treats Gajdusek as kind of a loveable, sad little joke, and frankly? The man was a predator. He may have done great things,** but he’s still a goddamn predator. Be honest about that.
Recommended for: Anyone who really, really enjoys reading about diseases and can stand all the FAIL.
*Individual members of the family have taken steps to avoid passing the gene on; one woman waited to have children until her own mother was past the age where the disease was a possibility (it strikes by or before middle age). Once her mother had made it through the dangerous age without showing symptoms, the woman had children. Another woman, whose father had already died of the disease, chose to adopt; that was probably a good decision, because she later succumbed as well.
**And whether he accomplished very much at all is EXTREMELY debatable. Another thing I got from The Family that Couldn’t Sleep? It’s easier to get a Nobel Prize than you’d think. Gajdusek got one, and I still can’t really figure out why. He wasn’t even the one who established that what was killing kuru patients wasn’t a virus; as far as I know, he just ran around collecting brains and bodily fluids and shooting up chimpanzees and waiting to see if they got sick. I don’t get how that is so stupendous.