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Butcher by Joyce Carol Oates
4.0

โ€œ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ก๐”ถ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข, ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”  ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ถ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ; ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ˆ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž๐” ๐” ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ.โ€

Published: 21/05/2024
Genre: Horror
Page count: 453
Format read: ๐Ÿ“–
Other books read by this author: None

Loosely based on various historical figures, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™s biography of doctor Silas Weir draws on several sources; Weirโ€™s autobiography & the words of his โ€˜prized patientโ€™ Brigit Kinealy, as well as those of Weirโ€™s eldest son & the asylumโ€™s gravedigger. 
Weirโ€™s gentlemanly storytelling skirts around the depravity of his actions, making the reader at times almost sympathetic to his cause (reminiscent of Humbert Humbert in Lolita, โ€˜you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose styleโ€™). However, as the novel progresses, his mask starts to slip more & more as his cruelty is revealed in the matter of fact way he proposes the barbaric experiments he means to carry out on asylum inmates, who he views as less than human. His opinions on women, though no doubt partly influenced by the time period, are utterly rage-inducing, & attempts to use his religious zeal to excuse his deep hatred of women is laughable (as his son Jonathan puts it in his editorโ€™s note: โ€œThough father regarded the female vagina as a "hell-hole of filth & corruption" & the female genitals as "loathsome in design, function, & aesthetics," yet somehow it happened by God's interdiction that there were nine of us borne of his loins & the womb of dear Motherโ€). 
As Weir begins by degrees to show his true self, the words of others serve to show the gulf between the way Weir sees himself, & the way he is seen by the females in his care; a juxtaposition that is both fascinating & deeply upsetting. Personally I would have preferred more from the points of view of the women 'treated' by Weir, but in a way their remaining silenced says more about the time that the novel is set & the views on women by the medical profession at the time. Indeed, the only female given a voice by editor Jonathan is one that he has a personal stake in, so this is no doubt entirely intentional on the part of the author; men being given free rein to tell their stories, & the audience left to read between the lines to discover the truth.