The Resurrectionist by Paul T Scheuring is set in 1820 (except for the very end, in 1821) and follows a small cast of characters, switching to their different POVs within the story, connecting them all like the constellations that Ivy, a girl stuck in the slums but dreaming of more, loves so well. It is a story of the pain and suffering contained within a city, and it is a look at how desperation often has people grabbing and stomping on one another to try to lift themselves out of poor circumstances, like crabs in a bucket.
It centres around the trade of exhuming bodies to use in anatomy schools, and there are varying reasons why each person does this, from securing opium, to paying for class to become a doctor, to elevating a daughter into a better life than the one you will ever have, to saving the life of your wife and unborn child. It is an intriguing premise, and I enjoyed unravelling the threads that bind and connect each of these people to one another.
There is, of course, violence--quite a bit of it--and a lot of it is directed at women. Squeamish ought to take note. It is a heavy, grim read, but one with a bright spark of hope at the end.
I'll add this bit that I didn't say on NetGalley because I didn't want to let loose any spoilers, but I enjoyed the parallels. Beauchamp doing what he thought was a good turn for a dog and it biting him, cutting his nose, then when he tries to stop Gray from leaving, she hits him and cuts his nose. How everything circles itself; I knew right away Gray would be pregnant and probably die and end up on Quinn's table, a subject after helping Beauchamp so many people prematurely to their own deaths for some extra coin to sacrifice to opium. How Fife saved Job in the beginning, carrying him to safety, and how in the end he did the very same, seeing him off on a ship with his daughter--while Job did not live, he did fulfil his dream of giving Ivy a future and a chance.
I received a copy of this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.