Mark Duxbury was a drug salesman for Johnson & Johnson company Ortho, tasked with selling the performance-enhancing drug Procrit as an alternative to blood transfusions. Duxbury’s belief in the drug, combined with his natural charm, allowed him to become one of the best Procrit salesmen in the country.

And that’s when things started to fall apart.

Sharp traces the story from the drug’s development in the 1980s and Duxbury’s early days at Ortho through Duxbury’s descent and his struggle to bring a lawsuit against the company for illegal selling practices and for encouraging non-FDA-approved uses of Procrit. Sharp continues the story through 2010, during which the lawsuit was still ongoing.

Though this compelling tale is a work of nonfiction, it reads like a thriller. Sharp’s exclusive rights to interviews with Duxbury and other key players allow her to give readers a thrilling look into the world of Big Pharma and whistleblowers. I particularly enjoyed the way Sharp tells not only the story of Duxbury’s time with the company but also the aftermath of the lawsuit and the way it shaped his personal life. Moreover, she thoroughly covers the histories of his friend and co-claimant, Dean McClellan, and their lawyer, Jan Schilchtmann, Esq.

Most importantly, the book isn’t just entertaining, but also informative. Sharp educates readers about the inner workings of pharmaceutical companies and medical practices, making this book a useful addition to the bookshelf of every patient and family member dealing with cancer and dialysis.

Blood Feud: The Man Who Blew the Whistle on One of the Deadliest Prescription Drugs Ever
by Kathleen Sharp is available now at an Amazon list price of $27.95.

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Of course, every war must have rules, and the war presented in this book has three:

1. No killing innocent bystanders (nonparticipants).
2. No killing anyone under the age of 18—no matter what side they’re on.
3. No one in involved in the war under the age of 18 can have a child or else that child will be given to the other side.

Written in first-person in the form of the protagonist’s journal, Shane’s story is, by necessity, episodic; much of the action revolves around the protagonist going on assassination missions for his side of the war. There is never any further explanation for the war, which is actually a brilliant decision on the part of the author. By leaving the conflict vague, the reader can see the ongoing battle as a metaphor for the wars in the real world—whether actual wars (such as the one in Iraq) or wars of ideology (such as the perceived one between Republicans and Democrats). The way in which the characters on one side of the war demonize the characters on the other—even when they don’t really understand why—makes an astute observation about the way humans work in general. Let’s face it, we have a tendency to devolve into an “us” versus “them” mentality, and Shane uses his novel to dramatize that.

Shane explores those weighty ideas throughout the first half of his novel—which, coincidentally, was my favorite part of the book. The paranoid tension of the “soldiers” as they dispatched their various victims kept me interested, as did learning the parameters of Shane’s world and his secret war. After the protagonist becomes entangled with the love interest midway through the novel, however, the plot took a turn (one I won’t give away here) that caused the story to become a more typical chase story. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing; if you’re looking for a story about two kids on the run from an army of killers, you’ll certainly like the second half.

Overall, I really enjoyed Children of Paranoia. For a first novel, Shane’s work here is impressive. He certainly knows how to stage an action scene and how to ratchet up tension. If you’re in the market for an exciting, propulsive read for a late-summer beach visit, Children of Paranoia would make an excellent choice. The novel will be released as a 384-page hardcover on September 8, 2011, by Dutton.

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