Today I am excited for something a little different and a little darker, with a splash of history, as we stop on the Beloved Poison blog tour and take a sensory journey though the London of the book and medical history (which is something I am fascinated by!) with author and medical historian E.S Thomson. Some of the images are not for the feint hearted but show such a vivid depiction of the dark history of medicine I love them (but then again I do love weird things). The gold foil cover drew me in and the rich world with its dark setting kept me hooked!
The book publishes tomorrow (March 3rd) by Constable so check it out and let us know what you think. Here is the synopsis:
Ramshackle and crumbling, trapped in the past and resisting the future, St Saviour's Infirmary awaits demolition. Within its stinking wards and cramped corridors the doctors bicker and fight. Ambition, jealousy and hatred seethe beneath the veneer of professional courtesy. Always an outsider, and with a secret of her own to hide, apothecary Jem Flockhart observes everything, but says nothing.
And then six tiny coffins are uncovered, inside each a handful of dried flowers and a bundle of mouldering rags. When Jem comes across these strange relics hidden inside the infirmary's old chapel, her quest to understand their meaning prises open a long-forgotten past - with fatal consequences.
In a trail that leads from the bloody world of the operating theatre and the dissecting table to the notorious squalor of Newgate and the gallows, Jem's adversary proves to be both powerful and ruthless. As St Saviour's destruction draws near, the dead are unearthed from their graves whilst the living are forced to make impossible choices. And murder is the price to be paid for the secrets to be kept
Over to E.S Thompson ...
The history of medicine is a visceral and alarming source for the writer of historical crime fiction. Writing my new novel, Beloved Poison, was, in many respects a sensory overload.
Beloved Poison is set in a crumbling, soon-to-be-demolished Infirmary, in London of 1848.


The fogs that arose time and again in the capital were thick and coarse and stinking, blocking out the cityscape with a pall of greyish brown. The smell of effluent, the rich sulphurous tang of coal smoke belched from railway locomotives, factories and domestic chimneys of all sizes, would envelope the nose and mouth, and confuse the eye and the ear. Familiar objects and landmarks would become hunched and looming shapes, noises would have seemed disembodied or muffled. The fog could be tasted too – we forget, in our world of cleanliness and anti-bacterial hand wipes that once, that not so long ago, in the great industrial cities of Britain the atmosphere had its own flavour: cloying and acrid, it was the taste of smoke and refuse, the taste of low tide in a sewage-filled river.



students, the harsh rasp of the saw, the muted screams of the patient. Anatomy students worked in cold conditions to arrest the decay of their subjects; they wore old hats and coats to protect their hair and clothes from being impregnated with the smell of putrefaction, or with the steam that arose from the great copper cauldron in which the bones of the dissected might be boiled.
So where, in Beloved Poison, might the senses find rest? As an antidote to the relentlessly visceral world of the streets and the hospital, the surgeons and anatomists, I offer the physic garden and the apothecary. Lavender and rosemary, rose bushes and pear trees, even the dark beauty of the poison beds offered relief to the eyes and the nose. Here, the sounds of the city are heard beneath the sound of bees; the cold blobs of anatomised flesh are exchanged for the feel of warm soil beneath the fingers. Similarly, the apothecary and herb garret, modelled on the Old Operating Theatre at Old St Thomas’s Hospital, offer a sanctuary: a haven of glittering glass jars filled with colourful liquids, sitting in the window and as bright on the eye as stained glass. We might hear the friendly crackling of a fire, feel dried leaves and petals beneath our fingers. Surrounded by warm woody scents – hops, bergamot, camomile – it is an oasis of calm in a world of mayhem and death.
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