The First Lord Nanther clearly hoped to be the subject of an
admiring posthumous biography. Having built a name for himself as
Queen Victoria's favoured physician-expert on blood diseases, and
particularly the royal disease of hemophilia-he fastidiously set
about recording the details of his eminent life, carefully
cataloguing every significant letter, diary and medical essay that
he'd written, apparently offering himself up as an open book.
But when the present Lord Nanther begins to research the life of
his great-grandfather, he soon realizes there is little of interest
in his ancestor's dry-as-dust account. Instead, he begins to
suspect that these old records conceal more than they reveal as he
comes upon mysteries and anomalies in almost every decade of his
great-grandfather's personal life. As Martin Nanther begins to
catch glimpses of "some monstrous, quite appalling things" in the
blood doctor's past, he also realizes that Henry died a guilty
man-carrying a horrific secret to the grave.
Set against the current reform of Britain's House of Lords,
which Martin Nanther witnesses at first hand with a kind of
fascinated detachment, The Blood Doctor weaves
effortlessly between the past and the present, public life and
private life. The result is a superbly satisfying novel about
ambition, obsession and bad blood.
"A story that glistens, sticks and unnerves."-The Edmonton