The story of poison is the story of power. For centuries, royal families have feared the gut-roiling, vomit-inducing agony of a little something added to their food or wine by an enemy. To avoid poison, they depended on tasters, unicorn horns, and antidotes tested on condemned prisoners. Servants licked the royal family’s spoons, tried on their underpants and tested their chamber pots.
I finally got around to reading 'The Suspicions of Mr.Whicher' by Kate Summerscale. Now, was it as exciting as I'd thought it would be? Short answer, no. I originally thought this was going to be more about the actual murder but in truth, that took up only half of the book(spread out ofcourse, not as... Continue Reading →