
The Minutes of the Lazarus Club
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Author: Tony Pollard
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 438
Pollard's hero, the young surgeon George Phillips, finds himself caught up in that traditional device - a mystery that seems at first to be several different matters. He is on the fringes of a series of eviscerations, and thus a suspect; he is befriended by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, who wants to know about the workings of the human heart; he meets Florence Nightingale. He is an innocent, clumsily surfing the wave-front of permanent change. So far, so good: Pollard is often exciting in his desperate chases around wharves, warehouses and cemeteries, and occasionally touching in his hero's failure to understand the limited usefulness of his ideas. Where the book fails is that Pollard finds himself caught in almost every standard plot going: the Serial Killer, the Secret Weapon, the Agents of an Unpleasant Foreign Power. That some of these turn out to be colossal red herrings is laughable rather than clever.
Author: Tony Pollard
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 438
Pollard's hero, the young surgeon George Phillips, finds himself caught up in that traditional device - a mystery that seems at first to be several different matters. He is on the fringes of a series of eviscerations, and thus a suspect; he is befriended by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, who wants to know about the workings of the human heart; he meets Florence Nightingale. He is an innocent, clumsily surfing the wave-front of permanent change. So far, so good: Pollard is often exciting in his desperate chases around wharves, warehouses and cemeteries, and occasionally touching in his hero's failure to understand the limited usefulness of his ideas. Where the book fails is that Pollard finds himself caught in almost every standard plot going: the Serial Killer, the Secret Weapon, the Agents of an Unpleasant Foreign Power. That some of these turn out to be colossal red herrings is laughable rather than clever.
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NB: This is a secondhand book in very good condition. See our FAQs for more information. Please note that the jacket image is indicative only. A description of our secondhand books is not always available. Please contact us if you have a question about this title.
Author: Tony Pollard
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 438
Pollard's hero, the young surgeon George Phillips, finds himself caught up in that traditional device - a mystery that seems at first to be several different matters. He is on the fringes of a series of eviscerations, and thus a suspect; he is befriended by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, who wants to know about the workings of the human heart; he meets Florence Nightingale. He is an innocent, clumsily surfing the wave-front of permanent change. So far, so good: Pollard is often exciting in his desperate chases around wharves, warehouses and cemeteries, and occasionally touching in his hero's failure to understand the limited usefulness of his ideas. Where the book fails is that Pollard finds himself caught in almost every standard plot going: the Serial Killer, the Secret Weapon, the Agents of an Unpleasant Foreign Power. That some of these turn out to be colossal red herrings is laughable rather than clever.
Author: Tony Pollard
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 438
Pollard's hero, the young surgeon George Phillips, finds himself caught up in that traditional device - a mystery that seems at first to be several different matters. He is on the fringes of a series of eviscerations, and thus a suspect; he is befriended by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, who wants to know about the workings of the human heart; he meets Florence Nightingale. He is an innocent, clumsily surfing the wave-front of permanent change. So far, so good: Pollard is often exciting in his desperate chases around wharves, warehouses and cemeteries, and occasionally touching in his hero's failure to understand the limited usefulness of his ideas. Where the book fails is that Pollard finds himself caught in almost every standard plot going: the Serial Killer, the Secret Weapon, the Agents of an Unpleasant Foreign Power. That some of these turn out to be colossal red herrings is laughable rather than clever.

The Minutes of the Lazarus Club