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Interview with David Morrell

I'm not reading much since having a baby, but thankfully the books I am reading are just fab. I'd been breathlessly waiting for Inspector of the Dead, the second novel by David Morrell to feature Thomas DeQuincy, and I just loved it. (The heroine, Emily, is so fabulous, I love her so.)

I'm delighted to share my interview with Mr Morrell -- read on to learn more about this book, the 19th century setting, and the inspiration -- Thomas DeQuincy, the Opium-Eater. Be sure to enter the giveaway, too!

Was Inspector of the Dead the original title of your book?

Sometimes a title insists on being chosen. During my Victorian research, I came across the expression “inspector of the dead.” It applied to the official who examined corpses when they were brought to what we call a morgue but what the Victorians called a death house. The many levels appealed to me. Inspector of the Dead is a mystery/thriller, after all. One of its characters is a Scotland Yard detective inspector, so the ti…

Inspector of the Dead by David Morrell

Title:Inspector of the Dead
Author: David Morrell

Genre: Fiction (19th Century / London / Murder Mystery / Historical Figure Fictionalized / Victoriana / Drug Use / Parent-Child Relationships)
Publisher/Publication Date: Mulholland Books (3/24/2015)
Source:Historical Fiction Virtual Book Tours

Rating: Loved.
Did I finish?: I did.
One-sentence summary: A series of high profile and gruesome murders terrify Londoners and notorious author Thomas DeQuincy must assist police and politicians with solving the crimes.
Reading Challenges:Historical Fiction

Do I like the cover?: I do -- it matches the cover of the previous novel, and I like that it's not typical of the genre. P.S. I want those gloves.

I'm reminded of...: Matthew Pearl, Matt Rees, Dan Simmons

First line: Except for excursions to a theater or a gentleman's club, most respectable inhabitants of the largest city on earth took care to be at home before the sun finished setting, which on this cold Saturday evening, the third of Febru…