Adams presents accounts of murder, suicide and unexplained death in Britain, chiefly in the 1600s--although the most interesting case by far is from 1514. If you liked "The Suspicions of Mr Whicher" and want something far lighter in that vein (no shade on Adams; the historical records of everyday people in the 17th century are vanishingly thin), this will do ya. My biggest complaint is that it ends with its weakest story.
I am the very, very last one to the ACOTAR party, just chugging up in my Volvo with the sweet 6-CD changer, here for the Next Hot Thing of a Decade Ago. My sister-in-law swears I recommended this to her years ago. I have no memory of this. I am relieved to finally read it, making me just a little less of a romantasy poseur. And you know, it's fine. Entertaining enough. That sounds like faint praise, but look, this book is a soup spoon, not a spork. It scratches a specific itch, and I'd rec it for that itch.
As any true crime reader knows, the 1970s and 80s were decades of elevated violence in the US--and the heyday of American serial killers. Fraser makes a solid argument for the influence of environmental and workplace pollution, such as lead and arsenic, from local industries contributing to the dramatic spike in serial murder and sexual assault. She also documents the responses of the companies responsible for the contamination over the decades to the clear and terrible health problems related to it. In the great corporate tradition of the US Industrial Alcohol Company and US Radium Corporation, the companies denied, lied and shirked responsibility. Industrial interests will pursue profit above all else, and in that pursuit will maim and kill with all the human concern of the serial murderers raised in their smelters' shadows.
A detailed narrative of one of the worst sites of wartime tragedy in history and its context in the wider war. One shutters to think what the war would have looked like had Hitler been even a little better at military action. The USSR's contribution to the war often gets glossed over in the histories of the West, but the European theater was largely won in Russia. This book came out in 1998 though so I might be the last one to read it.