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A Macabre Treat, May 20, 2003
This review is from: Poison: A History and a Family Memoir (Hardcover)
In _Poison: A History and Family Memoir_ (St. Martin's Press), Australian pharmacologist Gail Bell has investigated a ghoulish family scandal. She had heard how her horrid grandfather, Dr. William Macbeth, poisoned two of his sons. She determined that she would get the facts. There was no one in her family who had first hand experience of Dr. Macbeth except her great-aunt Rose. From her, Bell did get the facts, or at least enough of them to provoke further enquiry. The facts become as plain as they can be (not very plain, but surprising facts, nonetheless) by the end of the book, but that is only partially the book's point. For the most part, it is a series of handsome digressions about the history, literature, and celebrities of poisoning. Bell's grandfather ("the one we never spoke about") died before she was born. Rose's ghastly story was supplemented by the report of a narrative that Macbeth fancied Rose until he married Rose's sister. By the time it came to do research, all the participants were dead. What solutions arrived came from persistence, luck, newspaper clippings, death certificates, and bureaucratic files. But most of the pages here do not have to do with solving the case, which is merely an excuse (a good one) for a book of essays on aspects of poisons and poisoners. "The underlying narrative in all poison murder stories is a betrayal of trust," Bell reminds us. There are many stories of poisoners here, and the punishments meted out to those who were discovered. The particular role of females is examined, as is the folklore regarding snakebite. Along with anecdotes of famous, infamous, and nameless poisoners, there are tales of antidotes. The Australian blue-ringed octopus exudes a toxin for which there is no antidote, but there are antidotes for all the others, although they are not necessarily specific or effective. The death by hemlock of Socrates is examined when Bell looks at Jacques-Louis David's painting of the subject and can't take her eyes off the cup. She notes that this is a non-Socratic reaction which reflects her life of pharmacological study "... and puts me in the category of the pedant who can't see past her own learning." Madam Bovary's self-inflicted death is here, and Cleopatra, Juliet, Van Gogh, Eva Braun, and many more. There is hemlock, sure, but belladonna, arsenic, Spanish fly, carbon monoxide, and others from the wealth of poisons are described here, along with sometimes grisly details about how each throws a spanner into the biochemical or organic gears that we need to keep ourselves going. Horses get arsenic because it gives their coats a shine, but eating arsenic has been a family hobby, too. Pigeons are almost immune to the effects of opium. The FDA continues to have to warn that mandrake and other roots and plants are better at killing people than they are at sexually stimulating them. There is nothing morbid in the many facts and stories here, but much macabre. Bell does tie everything together with a satisfying twist at the end. Her scholarly and entertaining miscellany ought to be examined at leisure with good cups of cocoa nearby. Be careful who makes them for you.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Occasionally fascinating, but cluttered and disorganized, August 5, 2004
This review is from: Poison: A History and a Family Memoir (Hardcover)
This work is really two books. The first is an account of the alleged poisoning death of her two cousins in 1927 by their father and the second is a history of poison and poisoning told using literary, historical, and toxicological examples. These disparate works are never really blended and there are no transitions between the two topics. Several times the author literally seems to forget about the family poison story and spends several chapters on unrelated topics. This made the book difficult to read.
There are some fascinating tidbits on poison in this book [copper arsenite was used to color wallpaper designs green and was mixed with starch, applied to fabic, dried and polished to make a passable substitute for silk that killed a woman who wore a green ball gown made of this stuff] but there is nothing really new here. Bell reviews the standard poison cases [Crippen, Palmer, Lamson, Young, Swango, Shipman] that are in most true crime reference books and the family poisoning story that sounded so intriguing at first devolved into a gossipy, frequently-incorrect account [only one of the two boys suspected of being poisoned was killed by poison]. The literary and antropological sections concerning poison myths and portrayls of poisonings were also interesting.
Overall, this book is just too chaotic and cluttered.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
capable, occasionally lyrical memoir, September 13, 2005
This review is from: Poison: A History and a Family Memoir (Hardcover)
My rating of this book may not be fair as I came to it more interested in poisons than in the story of Bell's family.
So, it's with an acknowledged bias that I say that I think this book is at its best in its presentation of actual case studies and poison history. It's a pleasure to read the author's take on even the most familiar elements of poison lore because of the freshness and literacy she brings to the telling. She weaves together unexpected sources but is always delightfully aware of the personal and historic contexts of the sources. I particularly enjoyed the fact that she treated her own presence as narrator and author with the same degree of honesty.
That said, I can't say that I found her family's story particularly compelling, largely because there is just so little information. Bell addresses this repeatedly but I often found her speculations about the past unsatisfying and redundant. She also tries to fill the gaps with her own thoughts about poisoning, history, death, etc. Some of these are beautiful and surprising, but many just feel self-indulgent.
I should also point out that Bell never really lets up on the metaphors and similes. It gets to be a bit much.
Also, I found her treatment of her great-aunt Rose hypocritical and a little odd. Though she seems ready, if not eager, to use the lack of evidence to exonerate or at least raise questions about her grandfather's guilt, she seems awfully ready to make harsh judgements about her great-aunt based on very little information. Could it be that Bell herself falls prey to our desire for a villain in every story?
Still, an enjoyable read and a welcome break from the usual poison literature.
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