Lawrence Goldstone's "The Anatomy of Deception" is that rare example of fiction that illuminates an obscure but important bit of history, while at the same time managing to capture the reader in suspense and intrigue more typically associated with a contemporary thriller/mystery. Goldstone takes us back to Philadelphia, circa 1889, to the clinics of University Hospital and Philadelphia General; more specifically to "The Dead House" - the morgue - that serves both. Here, with dissection of human corpses only recently legalized, and still controversial, Dr. William Osler presides as a teaching physician over a class of young medical doctors. But when the corpse of an attractive but unidentified young woman shows up on the autopsy table, the venerable professor goes pale, and decides to put his scalpel away and cut again another day. But this peaks the curiosity of star student Dr. Ephraim Carroll. Subsequent events lead Carroll on a quest to identify the unfortunate woman and the cause of her death - a quest that takes on greater urgency - and greater danger - when others surrounding the clinic begin to die. From Philly's upper crust society's parlors to her seediest bars and brothels, Goldstone takes the reader through a well paced, highly entertaining romp of murder, deception, bad love and bad booze, of drugs both helpful and harmful - an intelligent balance of Sherlock Holmes and CSI.
For my tastes, "The Anatomy of Deception" covers all the bases. It is a believable story that uncovers a previously undiscovered thread of history and science - in this case the formative days of modern surgery and diagnostics. I'm certainly no MD, but as a layman, I found the author's research authoritative, educational, and very interesting, with more than a few "wow, why didn't I know that?" moments. The characters were credible, as well they should be: Goldstone includes historical figures like Dr. Osler, Dr. William Halsted, and even the Philadelphia artist, Thomas Eakins, whose realistic depictions of sculling on the Schuylkill and the surgical clinics of Gross and Agnew literally bring Goldstone's words to life. Beyond the medicine, the culture and society of Victorian Philadelphia is well-captured, providing the kind of historical detail and authority that separates the grat novel from one merely good.
But aside from all this, "The Anatomy of Deception" is simply a fine mystery, well crafted and cleverly plotted, that while admittedly taking some risky liberties with the lives and reputations of Osler, Halsted, and Eakins, nonetheless succeeds in entertaining while at the same time posing some sticky moral dilemmas. The naive and idealistic Dr. Carroll is a well-drawn and likable protagonist and narrator, providing vulnerability and poignancy to tie the threads of what could have been disparate and arcane story lines.
I'd describe Goldstone as a cross between Matthew Pearl (The Dante Club, The Poe Shadow) and Caleb Carr: an easier read than Pearl, with much of the verbosity left behind, while more history and authenticity than Carr's entertaining and well done mysteries of late 19th century New York City (The Alienist, Angel of Darkness). Whether it is suspense, history, medicine, murder, or even a love story that raises your pulse, you'll find something to like here. Well done, Mr. Goldstone!