Buckle up Buttercup. This is a read that just might make you rather queasy. . . save your snacks for another read, is my advice.
In this book, Barbara Butcher shares it all - all the dead felt, experienced and goes over and over it until she knows how it happened. She's a puzzle-solver and goes at it with respectful enthusiasm, a duty of care she feels she owes to the people whose death she's investigating. There's raw language, crunchy everything, slippy slimy other things, and her absolute interest in the minutiae of all of it.
More a memoir than a non-fiction how to investigate, or explicate forensic technique, she includes personal challenges of addictions, work place problems in an era and environment women had not yet broken through traditional prejudices - she was one of the first women to work as a New York City Death Investigator as the title proclaims. Kudos to her. Inspiring, fierce, feisty and taking nothing from no one (and that's not always a smooth or successful move), the author took me straight through her career path. There are bodies right and left, but she tries to ensure every one didn't die unknown, or without meticulous attention to what questions the deaths present, and what answers, reasons or considerations could she provide to give peace, information or closure as everyone (loved ones and strangers) moves away from the dead and back to their day-to-day lives that demand constant examination.
Not a read to take lightly, but on the other hand this is something that is very out of the ordinary. Admirable to take the time to share her experiences in all aspects of her life - wide-ranging, and tough, hard to manage and she did it. She.did.it. Amazing. I'm positive she was breaking ground for others who are now able to work in places, doing tasks that 50 years ago would not have even been an option. Kudos, Barbara Butcher. Keep that Cape Swishing!
*A sincere thank you to Barbara Butcher, Simon & Schuster, and NetGalley for an ARC to read and review independently.*