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- KurzbeschreibungFrom the coauthor of the critically acclaimed New York Times bestseller The Boy in the Suitcase , a "gripping plot" ( Publishers Weekly , starred review) and captivating historical thriller.<br>Strong-minded and ambitious, Madeleine Karno is eager to shatter the constraints of her provincial French upbringing. She wants to become a pathologist like her father, whose assistant she is, but this is 1894, and autopsies are considered unseemly and ungodly, even when performed by a man-hence his odious nickname, Doctor Death. That a young woman should wish to spend her time dissecting corpses is too scandalous for words.<br>Thus, when seventeen-year-old Cecile Montaine is found dead in the snowy streets of Varbourg, her family will not permit a full post-mortem autopsy, and Madeleine and her father are left with a single mysterious clue: in the dead girl's nostrils they find a type of parasite normally seen only in dogs. Soon after, the priest who held vigil by the dead girl's corpse is brutally murdered. The thread that connects these two events is a tangled one, and as the death toll mounts, Madeleine must seek knowledge in odd places: behind convent walls, in secret diaries, and in the yellow stare of an aging wolf.<br>Eloquently written and with powerful insight into human and animal nature, Doctor Death is at once a gripping mystery and a poignant coming-of-age story.
- AutorLene Kaaberbol,Lene Kaaberbøl
- SerieAtria Books
- VerlagSimon + Schuster
- FormatGebundene Ausgabe
- Seiten304 Seiten
- Gewicht458 g
- LeseprobeDoctor Death I<br>February 23-March 20, 1894<br>It is snowing. The snow falls on the young girl's face, on her cheeks, mouth, and nose, and on her eyes. She does not blink it away. She lies very still in her nest of snow, slightly curled up, with a fur coat covering her like a quilt.<br>Around her the city is living its nightlife, the hansom cabs clatter by in the cobblestone slush on the boulevard, just a few steps away. But here in the passageway where she lies, there is no life.<br>Her brother is the one who finds her. He has been to the theater with some friends, and then to a dance hall, and he is happy and lighthearted when he returns home, happy and a little bit tipsy. That is why he does not understand what he is seeing, not at first.<br>"Hello?" he says when he notices that someone or something is lying at the entrance to his family's home. Then he recognizes the coat, which is unusual: astrakhan with a collar of ocelot. "Cici?" he asks, because that is the girl's pet name. "Cici, why are you lying there?"<br>Only then does he discover why she does not blink and makes no move to get up.<br>"It is unusual," said the Commissioner to my father. "It is difficult to believe that it is a natural death, considering the circumstances, but there are no external signs of violence."<br>The young girl lay on a stretcher in the hospital's chapel. They had removed the fur coat, which was now hanging across the lid of the waiting coffin. Papa had turned the gas lamps all the way up in order to see as clearly as possible. The hospital had recently had its first electric lights installed, but the chapel had not yet seen such progress. Light for the living was more important than light for the dead, it was thought, and that was probably true. But it made my father's work even more difficult.<br>Beneath the cloak, Cecile Montaine was wearing only a light white chemise and white pantalets. Both were filthy and had been worn for a while. Her narrow feet were naked and bloodless, but there was no sign of frostbite. Someone had closed her half-open eyes, but you could still see why she was considered a beauty, with long black eyelashes, sweetly curved lips, a narrow nose, symmetrical features. Her hair was pitch-black like her eyelashes and wet with melted snow.<br>"Dear Lord," said the third person present in the chapel. "Oh, dear Lord." The hand holding the prayer book shook a bit, and it was clear that Father Abigore, the Montaine family priest, was in shock.<br>"Could the cold have killed her?" asked the Commissioner.<br> "It's possible. But right outside her own door?"<br>"No, that is not logical
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