It’s 1820, and the physicians of London are on fire to unlock the secrets of human anatomy, some consorting with criminals to get their scalpels into a fresh body. Job Mowatt has become such a criminal—a body snatcher, a resurrectionist. The wages are just enough to keep his brilliant daughter, Ivy, clean and safe in London’s worst slum. When anatomist Percival Quinn asks Job to dig up a rare specimen—the wife of a powerful and dangerous man—Job knows instantly he is inviting trouble, but knows, too, that the payment would allow Ivy to
escape the brief, miserable existence that awaits women of her class. All it will take is a single night’s work. A single night that will bring Job deeper into darkness and closer to death than he has ever been. Lords and ladies in their glittering mansions, six-bottle men and opium eaters in foul tenements, they all take their secrets to the grave...and sometimes the resurrectionist brings them back.
Absolutely brilliant story, so vividly brought to life. I didn't know there was another "underground" in London in the 1820s! Amazingly researched and beautifully written. Highly recommended.
M R HICKSON
The Resurrectionist snatches your mind
I’ve been a fan of Paul T. Scheuring since Prison Break. He is the second reason I went to school to become a writer. His book , “The Resurrectionist” is a work of art. When he wrote “God plays no role. We are configurations of cells convincing ourselves otherwise. Arising, dividing, mutating, withering, dying, according to the evermore discernible rules of science. The romance is lost.”
I read this book to my newborn son over 5 days. Because I couldn’t put it down. Fantastic work.
A great read!
The Resurrectionist by Paul T. Scheuring was a very well paced, easy to digest story that dove into the lives and thought processes of those tormented by their living conditions and
occupations. I enjoyed exploring the minds of individuals with such differing perspectives but the key takeaway from the book was the idea of one's dirt being inside out; the rich being
externally pristine but internally rotten and the poor being externally filthy but internally noble.
A great read that eventually brought me to tears.