Morgan’s exploration of the chemicals that from puberty yank us like a puppeteer’s strings is a personal yet scientific, subtle and often lyrical work. On a crowded rush-hour train she observes “middle-aged women hurtling towards the suburbs . . . Teenage girls slick with sebum. Elderly women standing stoically by the doors” and wonders how much of their reproductive lives they’ve kept secret...
Because the real scandal is not lack of “period pride”, but, as Morgan asserts, a medical service attuned to female biology. Not only at pregnancy, when we’re properly monitored because there’s more than a mere woman at stake. But from menarche to menopause in all our quirky complexity. Morgan observes that when her nipple is touched during sex or while dressing she feels a strange tristesse. She learns this has a name: dysphoric milk-ejection reflex (D-MER), which can make lactating women so depressed they stop breast-feeding. Nipple sadness! Who knew?
Dopeworld: Adventures in Drug Lands
"To its credit, Dopeworld is nothing if not ambitious. Vorobyov states as much himself, describing it bombastically as ‘true crime, gonzo, social, historical memoir meets fucked up travel book’. That is a lot to cram in. If sometimes he drops the ball (the..."
— The Spectator