April 16th, 2008

can't sleep books will eat me

you got to lift up every stone now sister

Book Report # 94: Vincent J. DiMaio and Dominick DiMaio, Forensic Pathology

Another entry in the excellent Vernon Geberth edited series of textbooks on practical applications of criminal and forensic investigation. Dense, crunchy, intended for medical professionals (I learned two new words--"cachectic" and "hemoptysis"--and my medical Latin is pretty darned good for a non-doctor), and full of the usual assortment of incredibly gross but illustrative scene photos.

There's nothing like a nice forensic pathology textbook to make you realize that we're all here on sufferance.

Also, to make you wear your seatbelt always, and give up drinking for good. In fact, I think the phrase "positional asphyxia" alone is nearly enough to turn me into a teetotaler.

I did learn a whole bunch of interesting and useful things, however. If you can hack color photos of avulsed flesh and autopsy photos, and you're not scared of big Latinate words, it's a useful writer resource.

And--hey, BONUS!--it's not nearly as nightmare-inducing as Practical Homicide Investigation or the ever-popular Sex-Related Homicide And Death Investigation, which is the single most disturbing book I own.

(I'm pretty sure that second one is the legendary Red Book that one of the Criminal Minds writer/producers locks in the trunk of his car overnight, because he won't sleep with it in the house. Yes, it really is quite bad. No, I'm not very squeamish; I worked in a hospital and I hang around with EMTs and cops. The cat nearly gave me a heart attack by jumping on my pillow one night when I had been up late researching something in that one. I woke up absolutely certain Ted Bundy was in my room.)

...and so to bed, since I have to get up in  just a few hours and start driving.
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go and find rose and talk about order. go and find rose and talk about yale.

I'm at a truck stop borrowing a cup of internets while I kill half an hour before meeting the estimable Mr. Barzak for not-lunch. So I thought I'd report in and say hi.

On the way down, I saw a blue heron and some sort of big falcon, and the usual assortment of red-tailed hawks. Also, the first thing I saw having crossed the Pennsylvania state line was a roadkill deer.

Welcome to Pennsylvania, roadkill capital of North America.

The drive down (or, more technically, across) has been pleasant so far, and I am two thirds of the way there. Should be in Ann Arbor by 8 pm at the latest, I think, which should work out well for missing traffic.

And now, on the road again.

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In A2.

Not dead.

In a nod to narrative circularity, I left my place at dawn and pulled into colomon and mandolinjen's driveway at sunset.

I think that would be heavyhanded if I did it in a book. *g*

(There will be no Criminal Minds postmortem this week, for obvious reasons. ETA: But there is spoilery discussion in the comments of this post. I will do a double one next week.)