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“[...] Another groggy patron wrote, about a night of clubbing: the bartender 'brought me some Benedictine and the bottle was right. But the liqueur was curious -- transparent at the top of the glass, yellowish in the middle and brown at the base . . . Oh, what dreams seemed to result from drinking it . . . That is the bane of speakeasy life. You ring up your friend the next morning to find out whether he is still alive.”

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Work

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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