Widows and Arsenic

A new review of The Widow, a book of prose poems by Suzanne Burns, doesn't manage to be critical, but it does make me want to check out the book. And I have to admit to liking any review that begins with something like "I have a giant brain-crush on Suzanne Burns."

At the same time, a review of The Arsenic Century: How Victorian Britain Was Poisoned at Home, Work and Play manages to both relate some fascinating historical details and find a way to connect it to modern life.