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The Chemistry of Death Hardcover – September 26, 2006
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The village of Manham is tight-knit, far from the beaten path. As a newcomer, Dr. Hunter is immediately a suspect. Once an expert in analyzing human remains, he reluctantly joins the police investigation—and when another woman disappears, it soon becomes personal. Because this time she is someone David knows, someone who has managed to penetrate the icy barrier around his heart. With a killer’s bizarre and twisted methods screaming out to him, with a brooding countryside beset with suspicion, David can feel the darkness gathering around him. For as the clock ticks down on a young woman’s life, David must follow a macabre trail of clues—all the way to its final, horrifying conclusion.
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherDelacorte Press
- Publication dateSeptember 26, 2006
- Dimensions6.75 x 1 x 9.25 inches
- ISBN-100385340044
- ISBN-13978-0385340045
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A human body starts to decompose four minutes after death. Once the encapsulation of life, it now undergoes its final metamorphoses. It begins to digest itself. Cells dissolve from the inside out. Tissue turns to liquid, then to gas. No longer animate, the body becomes an immovable feast for other organisms. Bacteria first, then insects. Flies. Eggs are laid, then hatch. The larvae feed on the nutrient-rich broth, and then migrate. They leave the body in orderly fashion, following each other in a neat procession that always heads south. South-east or south-west sometimes, but never north. No-one knows why.
By now the body’s muscle protein has broken down, producing a potent chemical brew. Lethal to vegetation, it kills the grass as the larvae crawl through it, forming an umbilical of death that extends back the way they came. In the right conditions–dry and hot, say, without rain–it can extend for yards, a wavering brown conga-line of fat yellow grubs. It’s a curious sight, and for the curious what could be more natural than to follow this phenomenon back to its source? Which was how the Yates boys found what was left of Sally Palmer.
Neil and Sam came across the maggot trail on the edge of Farnham Wood, where it borders the marsh. It was the second week of July, and already the unnatural summer seemed to have been going on for ever. The heat seemed eternal, leaching the colour from the trees and baking the ground to the hardness of bone. The boys were on their way to Willow Hole, a reed pond that passed as the local swimming pool. They were meeting friends there, and would spend the Sunday afternoon bombing into the tepid green water from an overhanging tree. At least, so they thought.
I see them as bored and listless, drugged by the heat and impatient with each other. Neil, at eleven three years older than his brother, would be walking slightly ahead of Sam to demonstrate his impatience. There’s a stick in his hand, with which he whips the stalks and branches he passes. Sam trudges along behind, sniffing from time to time. Not from a summer cold, but from the hay fever that also reddens his eyes. A mild antihistamine would help him, but at this stage he doesn’t know that. He always sniffs during summer. Always the shadow to his bigger brother, he walks with his head down, which is why he and not his brother notices the maggot trail.
He stops and examines it before shouting Neil back. Neil is reluctant, but Sam has obviously found something. He tries to act unimpressed, but the undulating line of maggots intrigues him just as much as it does his brother. The two of them crouch over the grubs, pushing dark hair out of similar faces and wrinkling their noses at the ammoniac smell. And though neither could later remember whose idea it was to see where they were coming from, I imagine it to be Neil’s. Having walked past the maggots himself, he would be keen to assert his authority once more. So it’s Neil who sets off first, heading towards the yellowed tufts of marsh grass from which the larvae are flowing, and leaving Sam to follow.
Did they notice the smell as they approached? Probably. It would be strong enough to cut through even Sam’s blocked sinuses. And they probably knew what it was. No city boys, these, they would be familiar with the cycle of life and death. The flies, too, would have alerted them, a somnolent buzzing that seemed to fill the heat. But the body they discovered was not the sheep or deer, or even dog, they might have expected. Naked but unrecognizable in the sun, Sally Palmer was full of movement, a rippling infestation that boiled under her skin and erupted from mouth and nose, as well as the other less natural openings in her body. The maggots that spilled from her pooled on the ground before crawling away in the line that now stretched beyond the Yates boys.
I don’t suppose it matters which one broke first, but I think it would be Neil. As ever, Sam would have taken his cue from his big brother, trying to keep up in a race that led them first home, then to the police station.
And then, finally, to me.
As well as a mild sedative, I also gave Sam antihistamine to help his hay fever. By this time, though, he wasn’t the only one to have red eyes. Neil too was still shaken by their discovery, although now he was beginning to recover his juvenile poise. So it was he rather than Sam who told me what had happened, already starting to reduce the raw memory to a more acceptable form, a story to be told and retold. And later, when the tragic events of that preternaturally hot summer had run their course, years later Neil would be telling it still, forever identified as the one whose discovery had started it all.
But it hadn’t. It was just that, until then, we had never realized what was living among us.
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- Publisher : Delacorte Press (September 26, 2006)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 320 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0385340044
- ISBN-13 : 978-0385340045
- Item Weight : 1.2 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.75 x 1 x 9.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,499,900 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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JOINT WINNER OF THE EUROPEAN CRIME FICTION STAR ‘RIPPER’ AWARD 2018/19
Simon Beckett is the No.1 International Bestselling author of the David Hunter series. His books have been translated into 29 languages, appeared in the Sunday Times Top 10 bestseller lists and sold over 10 million copies worldwide. A former freelance journalist who has written for The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Independent on Sunday and The Observer, the inspiration for the first David Hunter novel came after a visit to the world-renowned Body Farm in Tennessee introduced him to the work of forensic anthropologists.
As well as co-winning the Ripper Award in 2018/19, the largest European crime prize, Simon has won the Raymond Chandler Society’s ‘Marlowe’ Award and been short-listed for the CWA Gold Dagger, CWA Dagger in the Library and Theakston’s Crime Novel of the Year.
In addition to the six David Hunter titles, the most recent of which is The Scent of Death, he has written five standalone novels, one of which, Where There’s Smoke, was adapted into a major ITV two-part drama.
Find out more on www.simonbeckett.com, or follow him on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.
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"Simon Beckett’s sixth novel featuring the forensic anthropologist David Hunter is arguably his best . . . a superbly strong read." (Marcel Berlins THE TIMES)
“Brilliantly original ... Simon’s first crime novel The Chemistry of Death absolutely blew me away and he just gets better by the book!" (PETER JAMES)
"A satisfyingly dark and twisting thriller." (MAIL ON SUNDAY)
"An arresting setup . . . Beckett has regained his best form . . . the exigencies of a macabre investigative thriller are dispatched with characteristic aplomb." (Barry Forshaw FINANCIAL TIMES)
"Beckett's masterful storytelling and macabre forensic details make his novels utterly chilling reads." (TESS GERRITSEN)
"The forensics are chillingly authentic, the writing is both taut and beautifully atmospheric.’ (ANN CLEEVES)
‘Terrifying… Rarely have the mechanics of suspense been so effectively realized outside an Alfred Hitchcock movie.’ (THE DAILY EXPRESS)
‘Beckett is one of the country’s best crime writers… His books are intelligent, beautifully written and utterly gripping.’ (THE SUNDAY EXPRESS)
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The plot is simple enough, a young doctor arrives to practice in an English village trying to get away from personal tragedy. Years later he is forced to revive his forensics skills when a serial killer seems to be at work. However what makes this special is the way the author handles the characters, the detailed analytical work of the doctor, and the uneasy atmosphere of dread that looms throughout the book.
It is not surprising that the book was so recognized during awards season a few years ago. The only criticism I would have would be that the author seems slightly less assured with the plotting, something that was also common with Patricia Cornwell's books. Very much recommended for forensics fans, and mystery fans in general as well.
I enjoyed the Chemistry of Death so much that I bought Written in Bone. I'm about half way through that and I'm totally transported to the remote Hebrides of Scotland. His characters (even the dead ones) and the scenes he portrays literally come alive. Knowing this is an author whose books will take a place of prominence on my bookshelf, I also just bought Whispers of the Dead.
It's easy to become completely absorbed in his books and I don't want to put them down at night even though I know at some point I have to turn the light off and go to sleep. I tell myself, 'just one more page' until it's the wee hours of the morning by the time I force myself to put it down.
Looking forward to the next one!
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Then there is the ending. Totally implausible, with one baddy who hadn't previously said a single word but had somehow eluded police scrutiny during a small village serial murder case, and the other baddy being, of course, the most trusted associate of the main character. If those constitute unfair spoilers, I apologise; but you don't deserve to have those two 'twists' inflicted upon you any more than I did.
This is a well written book and a terrific read. The first in what is now a six book series with, no doubt, more to come.
David Hunter is a good character in this opening book he has given up his career as an forensic anthropologist to become a G.P. after a personal tragedy finds him unable to carry on.
The book opens with an atmospheric beginning which explains what has happened to David and his new start in the Norfolk village of Manham. Three years later David has his own house, few friends, he has settled in but still feels a bit of an outsider.
When two brothers find a body David’s life starts to change once more. The Police want his help. He gets close to Jenny, a teacher, who lives in the village. He gets more and more tangled up in the investigation.
Helping the police puts added pressure on Henry whose practice David is a G.P. in and where he has been taking on more of the work over the years he has been there. Henry took David on when he decided that, after a tragic car accident were his wife died and he lost the use of his legs, he could no longer cope by himself.
It’s a dark tale of kidnap and murder. David is caught up in the investigation as a G.P., as a forensic pathologist and through his friendship of the victim. There are yet more kidnappings, a seemingly unrelated body, more deaths. As the tension in the village rises it overspills into violence and mistrust. The local vicar is very vocal which isn’t necessarily helpful.
The sense of place is very good in this well written book with some terrific characters, it is dark yet not overtly graphic. It may have one or two moments, possibly because when it was written some of the tools used to supply information and back story now seem a little dated, that irk but it is compelling and a good first book for a series. I would read more of the series and recommend it.
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So I rarely give 5 stars, particularly to crime/thriller fiction, however this is a beautifully written crime novel. I can understand why this author is popular in Germany and Scandinavia! Usually I rush into chapters because it's all about the action and getting to who the culprit is. However this time I had to consciously stop myself and just take in the beauty of the writing. In one word, its evocative....
"The grass cracked underfoot like broken glass. The early morning frost bleached the colour from the landscape, turning into a monochrome wilderness..
"the blood..smeared her skin in an abstract pattern of cruelty"
"After centuries of self containment, of knowing it could always rely on its own no matter what, Manham could no longer trust itself"
You are literally transported into the local landscape, seeing everything as if you were there. I couldn't help but feel the conjuring of Agatha Christie. This is the quintessential whodunnit in a local country village, with all the personalities, parochialism and politics that go along for the ride - just set in more modern times. Where local sleuthing meets forensic pathology/anthropology. It has all the suspense, twists and turns of an enjoyable thriller, however these are actually understated because it's the strength of the writing that drives the momentum of the story, making this a great read. An absolute pleasure in fact, 5 stars.
I enjoyed the writing and descriptions, it could have been a mini TV crime drama over 4 episodes, I could see the scenery and characters.
I did, however, find the characters slightly stereotypical - mysterious haunted male lead, cantankerous village vicar, uncouth village thug, attractive female newcomer, an adult male still living with his mother, 2 gardeners lurking in the cemetery, a much loved village doctor and the imposing but loyal friend.
The plot was good and I liked that after two of the victims were just found, we heard more about the other victim's captivity and gumption. I did guess that one person was lying throughout and the identity of the killer but not their motive.
I hope the lead character Dr. Hunter will carry on in subsequent books by this author.
