This book was a real page-turner. I mean, I blew through the whole thing in less than 24 hours. I read more than 50% during my normal daily routine (during commute time and lunch break), and the book was light and engaging enough for me to decide to push through and finish it after I got home from work. A very easy, fast read.
Look, I've been living in Chicago for 5+ years now. I lived here through the pandemic. I volunteered in an ER for a few months before the COVID-19 pandemic came in swinging and the hospitals forced all the unpaid volunteers to go home. I worked in a pharmacy for a little while and have dealt with processing insurance claims and facing the people that can't afford the medications they need on a daily basis. I read The Emergency and am writing this review during a major upswing in gun violence across the city. I've even walked past the UChicago ER Dr. Fisher works at many, many times! Everything about this book hits a little close to home, and, by proxy, I already knew a lot of the information he was presenting in this book. The American health care system is fucked and hates poor and/or black people, plain and simple.
Ultimately, I think this book works better as a snapshot of what Chicago was like during the early pandemic. The uncertainty about spread and contamination, the limited visiting hours, the self-quarantining, the dependency on Zoom, it's all here. I liked the inclusions of the letters to former patients as a way to explain why the medical industry is so messed up, but none of the information was particularly surprising to me. At the very end, he tries to make the thesis of the book to be an argument for universal health care, but, to me, it felt kinda shoe-horned in (like, 'Oh shit, this book probably needs to have a point'). I think thematically The Emergency would have worked better if it just showcased how hard COVID-19 hit the Chicago South Side community in order to garner sympathy for everybody that lives and works there. The most compelling part of the book was the mother who had to say her goodbyes to her dying son through a FaceTime call.
My one big gripe with this book is that I feel like Dr. Fisher was trying to present himself in the best possible light at all times, which I found to be a tad disingenuous. I've had a handful of pre-med friends and have read a lot of med school application essay drafts over the years, ones where you're supposed to show how you've faced and overcome adversity or how you've learned from your failures and become a better person in the end. The prose in had the exact same tone as a "pls let me into med school" essay. He acknowledges his failures sure, but he doesn't really tell us the consequences of those shortcomings. I would have loved to have a scene where he absolutely lost his shit and just started crying or yelling at people, but I realize how unprofessional that would have made him look. Maybe instead, he could have written about recurring patients, or what happened to his mom, or what happened to some of the former employees or customers of Next Level Health, or the long-term consequences of lengthy ER wait times and overly priced health care, or what his letter at the end accomplished.