In Traces, Professor Patricia Wiltshire will take you on a journey through the fascinating edgeland where nature and crime are intertwined. She'll take you searching for bodies of loved ones - through woodlands and plantations, along hedgerows and field-edges, from ditches to living rooms - solving time since death and how remains were disposed of. She will show you how pollen from a jacket led to a confession and how two pairs of trainers, a car and a garden fork led to the location of a murdered girl. She will give you glimpses of her own history: her loves, her losses, and the narrow little valley in Wales where she first woke up to the wonders of the natural world.
From flowers, fungi, tree trunks to walking boots, carpets and corpses' hair, Traces is a fascinating and unique book on life, death, and one's indelible link with nature.
Update I got this book because I read a review which was going on about the insensitivity towards a deceased black woman as the author was unable to process the hair in a way she needed to. But the reviewer complained about how she should have consulted a black hairstylist and how the solution a pathologist suggested made them feel ill. I had a bad racial experience myself with hair so my ranty self was all primed to read it.
What happened to me was that I had an operation in the local hospital and had to be showered and have my hair-washed by nurse, I was not allowed to do anything except stand there. The nurse they sent, a Filipino woman She complained that she couldn't get a comb through my hair, she was quite awful about it and threw the comb down saying she would have to get another nurse. We can't all have sleek, black Asian hair dear, much as I might like to exchange it for my red curls. (The nurse who came, a Scottish lady with wavy hair, had no issues).
But the incident in the book was nothing to do with race at all, it was the author's technique for releasing pollen and botanical particles from the corpse's hair didn't work and the pathologist's did (but it made me feel ill too. I'm never going to have a face lift).
Anyway on with the book which is hovering between 5 star and 10 star at the moment. ________________
Can you imagine the sort of patience it requires to go through the weave of an article of clothing and pick out the minuscule pollen particles, sort them, then count them, sometimes into the thousands? But knowing what pollen there is might mean a story of a crime is credible because those plants are in that locality, or conversely that it isn't true, someone is lying. This might mean the difference between freedom and years in prison, so someone has to laboriously count those pollen particles, and it seems very few forensic scientists besides the author are doing so. I can quite understand why.
A disappointment. Wiltshire's actual scientific work is definitely interesting, and so is her career path, and I can forgive the paragraphs of extraneous detail as a sign of her enthusiasm for her work.
But this book is marred by a patronising tone, some "kids these days" asides. Worse, her language and framing of sexual assault cases is at best problematic, and one brief scene - what she and a colleague did when she couldn't wash pollen out of a dead Black woman's hair because she was unused to the hair texture - hardcore horrified me. I know that once you get to the autopsy table things aren't pretty, but the flippancy with which she told this anecdote (I am sparing you the details) and that it seemingly never occurred to her that obvious next step would be to consult a Black hairstylist for their expertise, actually made me feel a bit ill.
I'm also reading "all that remains" by Sue Black, and the contrast here with Black's blunt, confident, but ultimately compassionate style is striking - and not at all in Wiltshire's favour.
**May contain spoilers.** I wobbled between giving this a 3* or 2* rating because, to be fair, large chunks of the book are actually very interesting. The author obviously loves the natural world and writes rich, poetic, gloriously detailed descriptions of the places she's been. She also loves the challenge of puzzling out crime-scenes and solving the seemingly unsolvable. She had a fantastic depth of knowledge of botany and she knows how to put disparate facts together.
If only she had stuck to that subject area in the book, I could have forgiven the repetition of endless lists of palynomorphs, and the frequency of being told the reason for looking at them. The repetition was exhausting and detracted from the flow. Sometimes entire paragraphs were repeated, sometimes full sentences, sometimes just phrases. The word 'exquisite', for example, is overused to the point of annoyance. Mostly, however, the same idea was expressed four or five times each chapter, with slight modification of the phrasing, as though there wasn't enough to write about and she was trying to pad it out.
Parts of the book, however, are autobiographical, and these parts are painful. I got the strong feeling that not enough people paid the author attention when she was young, so she needs to remind everyone how clever, innovative and popular she is; and she does so frequently. She describes herself as the favourite of her grandmother/headmaster/father in law/ and so on. Who does that? She is also depressingly quick to point out how misguided/ ignorant/ uneducated/ lacking in intuition many of her co-workers and colleagues are, but luckily she was there to save the day! Again, this self-aggrandising just doesn't do it for me. Let the bulk of your work stand for itself. Do not beat me over the head with your magnificence.
The joy of finishing an audiobook after three months yayyyyyy XD
Traces was an interesting listen and with a good narrator. It doesn't hold back on details for real-life crime scenes or different aspects of forensic science. It was quite slow in pacing, however I'm glad that I did stick it out to the ending. The chapters about the author's life were OK but a little distracting from the main topics of criminal investigation. I listened to this on BookBeat UK.
It's old news around here that I find everything to do with forensics fascinating, and usually, when I find something new I'm left looking for more. In the case of Pat Wiltshire here, she may be surprised (and relieved) that I will not be reading anything with her name attached to it in the future, and here I'll explain why.
Pat Wiltshire is clearly masterful in her field. She has studied hard, made it to the top, and has lived the dream, so to speak. Her knowledge in forensic science is vast, and the information provided in this book about the field has been an eye-opener. I mean, to be able to convict a rapist with just the sole evidence of pollen spores in one's clothing is really impressive.
However, when I wasn't delving into the world of forensic science I was listening to the pompous drone of Wiltshire, which quite honestly was deafening. I can respect she knows her stuff, but an entire chapter dedicated to herself, written by herself, stating how incredible she is and how everyone else isn't is just ridiculous. It felt condescending and I didn't like it.
I also feel that Wiltshire desperately needed a good editor to have blitzed this book before it's publication. Parts were repetitive (because the reader is assumed to be stupid) and the flow of the chapters were unrelated to the next. I felt this made me feel irritated more than anything else.
I have read better books on the subject, from authors that are respectful in regards to other people and their work, such as Sue Black, for instance. But rest assured, I'll skip off to bed this evening ensuring I remind myself of Wiltshire's infinite magnificence.
Was hoping for an interesting and insightful read but couldn't get past the patronising tone. Sensationalises some incidents with little respect for victims. There are many great books out there giving life to different aspects of forensic sciences without trying to read like a red top, this isn't one of them.
There is no doubt that Patricia Wiltshire has lived a very interesting life and is a strong candidate for an autobiography of this type. As the first forensic botanist in the UK, she has much to share of interest and I was hoping for some gripping tales of her involvement in solving crimes. However, I am sad to report, that the writing, organisation and editing of this book is so poor that it was a real effort to stay with it to the end. Also, the mix of personal and professional was quite odd, with far too much personal opinion included on frankly irrelevant matters, where she came across as quite judgemental at times. The stories, when they were included, were narrated in such a dull way and, given the recent interest in junk science and wrongful convictions, did not persuade me of the veracity of her methods. To be clear, I am not doubting the integrity of her work but she failed to adequately explain it; indeed the tone throughout seemed to assume that the reader was stupid. I felt as if my elderly aunt, with little time for the younger generation, was trying to patronisingly explain her life to me. This is not necessarily a fault of Wiltshire, but the editors on this book should consider how they managed to allow any enjoyment to be sapped from a-no-doubt-interesting life story.
Praca ekologa sądowego zdaje się bardzo ciekawa. Książka na pewno byłaby ciekawsza, gdyby autorka tak bardzo nie skupiała się na swoim życiu prywatnym, a raczej jego braku. To był jej świadomy wybór, więc nie wiem, skąd te żale.
honestly; was really disappointed. the language used in this book was so cold, and lacked empathy - also a complete lack of acknowledgement of others beliefs.
As a Forensic Science student, this book has been recommended to me many times by various lecturers, so I was really excited to pick it up and start reading. I always love learning more about my field, especially from autobiographies. However, I just struggled getting through this book. I had to take a long break while reading it because, whilst the information in it is so interesting and enlightening, the way the author writes and talks about herself and this field just did not sit right with me. I got the impression that they were very self centered and braggy, and also critical of other people, which did not make for an enjoyable read for me. I find reading autobiographies of forensic experts inspiring and encouraging, but I felt like the author was very cold throughout and very difficult to relate to. Whilst I can respect her immense knowledge and experience in the field, I do not like the way she talks about people she has met/worked with and cases she has worked on in a very patronising tone.
I'm not surprised Richard Shepherd gave a quote for this as it carries a similar condescending tone as his book. I read this over two evenings and was hoping for something a little more interesting because I enjoy this field of work. I've some experience analysing starch residues in archaeology during the late '90s, and thought this would be right up my street but was put off by the dry, repetative narrative. It must be hard to write a work-based memoir without colouring the narrative with personal emotional baggage. Parts of it felt forced, and said more about the author's attitude towards personal relationships and the youth of today than forensics. Maybe it's a generation thing, but it soured me to the rest of the book. The actual cases were interesting, if somewhat repetitive in discussion of protocol. If you can get through the attitude, you might find this interesting but it's not one of my favourites.
An interesting look at the work of forensics using the most minute specimens to determine the path of a killer - think dust spores, pollen and seeds. While that may sound a little bland, the author describes how her conclusions are made and the knowledge she uses to provide police with her opinion. I particularly enjoyed the authors stories of growing up in rural Wales, and how families supported each other to survive. It really echoed of a different time. The authors relationship with her mother also piqued my curiosity, and could probably become a story within itself.
This book teeters on the verge of becoming a solid four star read, but for me it just missed the mark. It’s decisively old fashioned with several “kids these days” references and some not quite politically correct statements about a black murder victim and how evidence is collected by victims of sexual assault. In 2020, there just isn’t the place for this in a published works.
Listened to the audio version. At first I thought it was the way it was read, then I checked the reviews.
I also had difficulty with this. I skipped the first chapter thinking it was dire because it was the background to her life, but the next chapter was also awful. Very "I" "I" "I". She's an expert to be sure, but lord doesn't she like to tell us. I gave up in chapter 2. Life is too short to read books you don't like. She made what should be I tetesting boring. I will try similar books mentioned in these posts. I would also recommend Stiff: the curious lives of cadavers by Mary Roach
Summary: repetitive with the author too busy inflating her own ego.
I've tried really hard to get into and enjoy this book but there is significant repetition, the author repeatedly talks about herself. She continually goes on about hard difficult and hard the work is with such a high attention to detail. It became mind numbingly boring fast.
The author also talks randomly about her upbringing, her awful acts towards innocent animals with no real understanding as to why that was even relevant, and flits between different topics before returning to the original point.
I really wanted to enjoy this and persevered but my dislike for the author is too much now and I've given up. It's such a shame as I was really looking forward to this and a niche topic.
Wiltshire helps the police with investigations by analysing soil and pollen and various other aspects of the natural world. In this memoir she talks about her work with the police, growing up in Wales and how her studies led her to be a forensic ecologist. This was fascinating and it was amazing to learn how a small piece of dirt can tell the professionals where a body is likely to be buried and if the suspect is truly the killer. Science is truly enlightening.
Very interesting memoir giving an insight into the profession of the forensic ecologist, mixed in with personal history. The jump from one to the other seemed a little forced at times, but there is much to learn and enjoy.
I listened to this in audio. This book was heavy on facts, I can see how it might be too much for some. But over all I liked it and learnt some fascinating stuff, the life of a forensic ecologist seems interesting.
Traces is an in depth, detailed memoir of Professor Patricia Wiltshire’s experience and growth within the field of forensic ecology. It describes in sometimes eye opening detail her drive to not only grow the field of palynology within the forensic community but to establish it as a widely accepted discipline. As a student studying forensic pathology and biomedical science her memoir was both engaging and thought provoking.
Whilst reading Traces I sometimes found myself doubting some of the procedures I thought were fundamental and undoubtedly the best way to solve a problem. As someone who’s never really found true love for the natural world, I have grown to both have a vague understanding of the unlimited amount of trace evidence and false leads she has dealt with but a newfound respect for the world we as humans intermingle with on the daily.
Without a doubt I recommend reading this book if you are a student of any sort of forensic field or well established within the field. It was page turning for me from front to back and with nuances of her past life really made me engage and understand what she was trying to convey and gain both a respect and appreciation for both her and her work.
Considering I chose this book from Amazon when trying to make the price of a purchase up to that qualifying for free delivery, on the basis that it was on one of the fist few pages of books on offer, this was a fortunate find, and was very interesting.
I was expecting something more generic, having not read the blurb prior to adding to my basket, but what this very readable memoir actually is, is a lot more specialised. Wiltshire is a forensic ecologist, and here she details her work helping use her expertise as an archaeologist, microbiologist and botanist to help solve crimes via techniques such a pollen and spore analysis, soil inspection, and botany.
I enjoyed it. The author comes over slightly abrasive and old fashioned at times, but this certainly didn't make me respect her any less - her scientific bent and technical discussions were interesting, and the autobiographical aspects of this book also helped tell the story of how she came to develop this passion - a very impressive woman.
Absolutely fascinating! I listened to this on audio and found myself stopping what I was doing several times so that I could just listen and concentrate on what the narrator was saying. As a mum with a daughter who has a Biology degree, we have always had an interest in the outside world,plants and trees. How fascinating to hear how pollen, lichen, or fungi can find a person innocent or guilty. Well worth a listen or a read.
I found this to be very interesting but I found the author's rather closed mind to the mysteries of life and death to be somewhat spiritually claustrophobic.
Not an easy book to rate as I found it rather patchy.
The book covers the life and work of Forensic Panynologist Patricia Wiltshire. That is the study of plants, microbes, insects, fungi etc and how they leave their traces on crime scenes and criminals.
Panynology is often used to provide corroborative evidence to support or disprove existing lines of enquiry rather than breaking new ground. These chapters I found painstaking, meticulous and repetitive, going over same process each time.
On the other hand the biographical parts of the book were excellent, often very moving, frank and insightful.
Unfortunately I found one trait of the narrator very irritating; she constantly massively over emphasised the word “I” making the author sound arrogant and self important. Considering how sympathetically she covered personal tragedy in her life and work I’m sure that isn’t the case.
Was almost 3/4 through this book but just had to DNF. Sometimes, it was an interesting read and other times it was just cringe-worthy. I should have finished this two weeks ago but I didn't want to read it and I finally gave up with not much to go. It's not what you'd expect, much of it is the author tooting her own horn or describing crime scenes to oblivion. It's like a boring lecture from an arrogant lecturer.
“It made me realise the spirit had left, leaving an empty vessel”. I think Wiltshire discussed cases with sensitivity whilst still providing a lot of detailed information which I appreciated. Her explanations were simple and tangible. Her specialty in studying pollen was so absurd to me, but as the read went on it proved so immense in contributing to solving cases. I was impressed. Some of her personal opinions were hard to comprehend and there was sometimes a deep sense of disassociation that made this read challenging. Also was not prepared for the photos that were provide of some of her research and work.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
I managed to get through my 15 hour audio book Traces by Patricia Wiltshire. I enjoyed it but she did trail off a few time's to talk about her 'loving husband' and what he did which made no sense because he does the same as her minus the dead body! Anyway she has a cold way of looking at death and the dead some of it i didn't agree with including the body farms.