Above anything else, 'The Minutes of the Lazarus Club' is a truly entertaining read. I have laboured through a number of books, persevering through each chapter and counting the pages until the end. But from the outset I found myself embroiled in a gruesome murder on the banks of the River Thames told in stomach turning detail, and this was only the Prologue! To describe it as a page turner may sound cliche, but what else can you say when you find yourself three hours later unmoved from the kitchen sofa and reluctantly taking toilet breaks?
Pollard captures perfectly the atmosphere of 1850s London in a style flowing as smoothly as one of Brunel's machines. Like the set of a Ridely Scott film the scenes set in the dock yards and London back streets are bustling and noisy with life. The smell of oil and iron mixed with the stench of untreated sewerage hangs in the air (miasma is my new word of the week) and rarely do the colours generated in your mind move beyond a smokey grey and dark blue.
The plot is beautifully structured around the great minds of the day, their spectacular technological achievements and the complex political fabric of the Victorian age. All this is seen through the eyes of Dr George Phillips, a talented surgeon and soon to be man on the run. Each character is given life beyond any history book (some more than others), particularily Brunel, around whom the plot revolves or more accurately spirals, twists and turns. Every member of the Lazarus club comes with a false sense of security. With a murder in nearly every chapter, who do you trust? Probably best to go with no-one, for now anyway. The fiesty Florence Nightingale is also a delight and brings a new dynamic to her title 'The Lady of the Lamp'.
The development of Phillips' character is a welcome suprise, and his interaction with Brunel and Ockham is compelling, if not at times shocking. Watch out for the chapter in the windmill. I had to hide the book in the freezer!
There are moments when the plot drifts slightly from the pace set in the first half of the book and the reappearance of some characters might find you flicking through the first few chapters to refresh your memory.
However these minor points slip into the background as Pollard's eye for historical and technical detail is superb whether it's on the surgical table or on the deck of the Great Eastern. If you think some of the plot lines are implausible, try reading Brunel's biography!
Dark, gripping and full of suspense. Dickension it is not, horrifying yes.