For about fifteen years in the late 19th century, Dr Thomas Neill Cream went on a murder spree in Canada, the United States and England, merrily poisoning people wherever he went and moving on when suspicions began to gather. He got away with it for so long thanks to police incompetence and the sexist and classist (but he’s a doctor!) attitudes of the day. (Of the day, I write, as if those things don’t exist any more. Sigh.)
Dean Jobb lays out the case in an enthralling and spectacularly researched fashion that makes it both a pleasure and infuriating to read. I don’t often say this, but all of the hype and five-star reviews and shortlists for awards are well deserved. Wholeheartedly recommended.