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“His thick eyebrows drew together in a familiar frown. The blood pooled around the half-body was a bright cherry red. He bent to look closer at the woman's face. It was flushed pink, even following this horrible death. Norris's reaction was recorded by a crime writer and would later become part of his often theatrical legend. He walked over to the waiting detectives and announced, 'Boys, you can't hold this man for murder.”

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Book:The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York
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The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York

This book delves into the fascinating world of poisonings and the development of forensic medicine during the jazz age in New York. It explores the cases and investigations of a pioneering forensic toxicologist and the impact of his work on modern criminal justice. more

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Deborah Blum
Deborah Blum

Deborah Blum is an American journalist renowned for her contributions to science and environmental reporting. Born in October 1954, she graduated from Harvard University and earned a master's degree in science journalism from Columbia University. Blum's work has won multiple Pulitzer Prizes, and her books 'The Poisoner's Handbook' and 'The Body Electric' have received widespread acclaim for their in-depth exploration of scientific and environmental issues. more

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