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It is a little like reading the local paper crime section as all the ...
on 26 April 2017
D.S. Katie Maguire of the gardai, Anglesea Street station, Cork. It is a little like reading the local paper crime section as all the names of locales in the area come and go throughout the book, and it`s not bad for that.This first book, like those of James Oswald`s Inspector McLean books, has a tiny whiff of the occult about it, but is not spoiled by this.
On a miserable November morning, a field in North Cork turns up the bones of eleven dismembered women. They have been expertly cleaned to the bone by a killer with the skills of a master butcher, and they may have been kept alive while the flesh was flayed from their arms and legs. However, they all date back to around 1915.
Then a young woman who had gone missing turns up, in the same field, on the same farm, in the same state. The bones have been arranged in an arcane pattern, suggesting ritual dismemberment. Now with the crimes of the past echoing through to her present, Katie must try to tie it all up, and take care of the deep trouble her husband has got himself into.
Oh !, and if you have a notion to learn some Cork slang, there is a fine little glossary after the 384 pages of fine twisty, turny tale, with some of the most horribly graphic crime passages I`ve ever read.
When I first read reviews of this book I was not sure that I wanted to read it at all, having been singed by that particular fire myself. The reviews were universally buoyant, so I reckoned I should at least take a look. I have just finished reading it in one sitting.
Paul Kalanithi, 36 years old, a neurosurgeon / neuroscientist at the tail end of over a decade of training, just about to reap all the benefits concomittant with his position, and that is when he gets the diagnosis of terminal lung cancer. Those few fateful words turned him from a doctor treating the dying into a patient doing his best to keep living.
The outcome of the book is easy to guess, but it is not a book about dying, it is a testament to leading a fulfilling , meaningful life, in Kalanithi`s case by becoming a neurosurgeon and integrating patient and new father into that life.
What do you do when life is catastrophically interrupted, how do you make life worth living when staring into your oncoming death ? There are no answers here, but a great many suggestions.
His writing style is poetic, even when slipping in terms such as glioblastoma and hypothalamus, and is a pleasure to read. There are also a great number of poetic quotes. 225 pages