The Butchering Art by Lindsey Fitzharris takes us back to the Victorian era, when surgery was more about speed and showmanship than patient safety (or even survival). Doctors frequently went straight from the autopsy room to the surgical theater without even washing their hands, and patients who survived the horrors of surgery without anaesthesia, which hadn’t been invented yet, stood a shockingly high chance of dying of sepsis. Everyone knew infection could kill, but they didn’t know what caused it or how it spread, so they couldn’t stop it. Operations were a dirty, bloody horror show, and they might have stayed that way a lot longer if it hadn’t been for Joseph Lister, a studious Quaker with a radical idea: germ theory. Our modern antiseptic hospitals owe their existence to Lister’s work, and Fitzharris vividly chronicles his struggle to change the medical establishment. It’s not a book for the squeamish, but if you can handle the gory details, it’s a fascinating look at a pivotal moment in medical history.