Books about Victorian medicine are an acquired taste. They’re science by way of B-horror movies, tales of progress set amid blood and spatter and grey guts. To enjoy them requires a tolerance for ick, an enthusiasm for the macabre and (ideally) the iron discipline not to read before supper, especially if that supper is a nice steak. Lindsey Fitzharris’s slim, atmospheric The Butchering Art: Joseph Lister’s Quest to Transform the Grisly World of Victorian Medicine has its share of resplendent gore. (The author, a medical historian, has a charming blog and a YouTube ...
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Book review of 'The Butchering Art'
Jennifer Senior | NYT Last Updated at December 1, 2017 22:32 IST