• Пожаловаться

Ken McClure: Hypocrite's Isle

Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Ken McClure: Hypocrite's Isle» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию). В некоторых случаях присутствует краткое содержание. Город: Edinburgh, год выпуска: 2008, ISBN: 978-1-84697-087-0, издательство: Polygon, категория: thriller_medical / на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале. Библиотека «Либ Кат» — LibCat.ru создана для любителей полистать хорошую книжку и предлагает широкий выбор жанров:

любовные романы фантастика и фэнтези приключения детективы и триллеры эротика документальные научные юмористические анекдоты о бизнесе проза детские сказки о религиии новинки православные старинные про компьютеры программирование на английском домоводство поэзия

Выбрав категорию по душе Вы сможете найти действительно стоящие книги и насладиться погружением в мир воображения, прочувствовать переживания героев или узнать для себя что-то новое, совершить внутреннее открытие. Подробная информация для ознакомления по текущему запросу представлена ниже:

Ken McClure Hypocrite's Isle
  • Название:
    Hypocrite's Isle
  • Автор:
  • Издательство:
    Polygon
  • Жанр:
  • Год:
    2008
  • Город:
    Edinburgh
  • Язык:
    Английский
  • ISBN:
    978-1-84697-087-0
  • Рейтинг книги:
    3 / 5
  • Избранное:
    Добавить книгу в избранное
  • Ваша оценка:
    • 60
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

Hypocrite's Isle: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация

Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «Hypocrite's Isle»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.

Dr. Frank Simmons works in the University of Edinburgh’s medical school. One of his PhD students, brilliant loner Gavin, announces his intention to find a cure for cancer and actually makes a major breakthrough. Oddly, no one seems to be interested, and a picture emerges of a cancer research industry caught in a desperate paradox: it can only justify its existence by not curing cancer. Disinterest soon turns to open warfare as Simmons and Gavin’s work is sabotaged. A truly compelling story, this fast-paced scientific thriller blends superb dialogue with thought-provoking ideas.

Ken McClure: другие книги автора


Кто написал Hypocrite's Isle? Узнайте фамилию, как зовут автора книги и список всех его произведений по сериям.

Hypocrite's Isle — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком

Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «Hypocrite's Isle», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Mary Hollis, a thoughtful-looking girl in her early twenties with ash-blonde hair tied back with a lilac ribbon, was pouring coffee. She smiled and said with a gentle accent that gave away her Dublin origins, ‘Sorry, I’ve got an experiment running. I have to take samples every twenty minutes. Coffee?’

‘Please.’

‘Dentist,’ explained Tom Baxter. ‘Root canal treatment.’ He gave a crooked smile which seemed to match just about everything else in his appearance. He was well over six foot tall, lanky, with narrow shoulders that never seemed to be quite horizontal. He wore a checked shirt and jeans — standard student wear — and sat slumped in one of the six chairs in the room with one long leg crossed over the other. A clipboard rested on his raised knee while he tapped the end of a biro pen against his teeth.

Simmons noticed — as he had many times before — that Tom’s glasses tended to slope at the opposite angle to his shoulders. He turned to look at the third member of the group, Gavin Donnelly, who seemed to be avoiding his gaze. ‘What about you, Gavin?’

Donnelly, a good head shorter than Tom but with a much more athletic build and a shock of long red hair, looked up and replied in a thick Liverpudlian accent, ‘I went for a walk.’

Simmons gave him a moment to elaborate, but nothing was forthcoming so he said, ‘You do realise that attendance at departmental seminars is expected for all first-year postgraduate students?’

‘I hate seminars, Frank. Times have changed. We have the internet now.’

Simmons saw Mary and Tom exchange uncomfortable glances and felt slightly embarrassed himself, but he kept his cool. ‘Indeed, Gavin, and it’s a valuable tool,’ he agreed. ‘But reading articles on the net is no substitute for being able to question scientists about their work and listen to their response to informed criticism.’

‘That’s the theory but it doesn’t work out like that, does it?’

‘What d’you mean?’

‘Universities have seminars for the sake of having seminars. Academics like the sound of their own voices. Half the speakers I listened to last year had very little to say at all — and did so at great length. Anything worthwhile had already been published.’

‘Oh, come on, Gavin,’ smiled Mary. ‘Play the game. Go to seminars, collect your brownie points and stop being such a pain.’

‘Hear, hear,’ said Tom.

‘I just think it shouldn’t have to be that way,’ insisted Gavin.

‘But it is,’ said Mary, leaning towards him and lecturing him kindly, as if he were a younger brother. ‘Accept it and get on with your life.’

Simmons, who had seen a lot of students from poorer backgrounds come and go and was all too familiar with the rebel without a cause, smiled and held up his hands. ‘Enough, guys,’ he said. ‘Gavin is obviously a man of principle and should be respected for that, but Mary has been kind enough to offer some sound advice.’ He turned towards Gavin. ‘Maybe he should at least consider it. Let’s leave it at that and now you can all tell me what you’ve been doing for the past week.’

‘You didn’t say what the seminar was like,’ said Mary as she handed Simmons his coffee and took up stance by the blackboard. ‘Gerald Montague, wasn’t it?’

Simmons thought he detected a hint of mischief in her enquiry. ‘It wasn’t very exciting,’ he replied. ‘Unusual approach but perhaps somewhat... flawed.’

‘Hasn’t stopped him publishing at least a dozen papers on that nonsense,’ said Gavin. ‘So much for peer review...’

Simmons gritted his teeth. ‘Peer review isn’t perfect, but it’s still the best way we’ve got of screening new material for publication, Gavin,’ he pointed out.

‘On the other hand, there are so many old pals scratching each other’s backs, you’d think they’d come clean and have a blazer badge and club tie made for themselves,’ said Gavin.

‘Oh, Gavin,’ said Mary, running out of patience. ‘Sometimes you behave like a kid who’s lost his lollipop. No system is ever perfect, and if you go on setting impossibly high standards for all those around you, you’re going to have such a disappointing life.’

‘I’m just saying what’s true,’ said Gavin.

‘What you think is true.’

Gavin looked at the floor and took a deep breath. ‘Okay, what I think is true,’ he conceded.

‘Well, maybe it’s a jaundiced view. Maybe you should just stop and consider for a moment before you say anything.’

Kiss arse, you mean?’

‘No, I do not,’ said Mary. ‘Just think before you speak.’ She said this so calmly and pleasantly that Gavin smiled and showed no heart for continuing the exchange.

‘Anyone want to hear what happened to the G45 cloning I’ve been doing?’ asked Tom — an interruption welcomed by the others.

‘We all do, Tom,’ said Simmons.

Mary passed him the chalk stick she’d been weighing in her palm and glanced at her watch before getting up. ‘Back in a mo. I have to take a sample.’

Tom took up a gangling stance beside the blackboard, adjusted his glasses so that they were no longer in danger of falling off his nose, and turned to face the others. ‘As you know, I’ve been trying to put the C1 gene into a cloning vector so that I could move it into the H12 strain... well, no joy I’m afraid. Three attempts and absolutely zilch.’

Mary came back into the room, ducking her head and making exaggerated tiptoe movements as she returned to her seat.

‘What vector did you use, Tom?’ asked Simmons.

‘Alpha 12.’

Simmons bit back the comment he was about to make. He wanted to see if anyone else would say something.

‘Copy number,’ said Gavin, without looking up from the doodle he was making in his notebook.

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Alpha 12 is a high copy-number vector. Hector and Jameson showed last year in Molecular Microbiology that C1 can’t be cloned in high copy number — it’s toxic to the cell when present in large quantities.’

Tom scratched his head. ‘Really? I must have missed that.’

‘No great harm done,’ said Simmons. ‘Use a low copy-number vector next time, Tom, and you’ll have a different tale to tell next week.’

‘Wish I’d seen that,’ mumbled Tom as he returned to his seat. ‘I feel a bit of an idiot now.’

Gavin continued his doodle.

Mary took Tom’s place and chalked up some figures on the blackboard. ‘I’ve been doing some control experiments to make sure the effect I spoke about last week was scientifically valid,’ she said. ‘And it is.’ She chalked up some more data. ‘An 80 per cent increase in the test culture, none at all in the controls.’

‘Well done, you,’ said Simmons.

‘But you haven’t shown any result for the Beta cell line,’ said Gavin, glancing at what was on the blackboard.

‘Well spotted, Gavin,’ said Mary with an icy smile. ‘That’s what I’m doing today and so far, it’s looking just as good as the others.’

‘Touché,’ said Gavin with an amused smile.

Simmons enjoyed the sparring between Mary and Gavin. He was pleased that Gavin had been so quick to spot the hole in Mary’s data, but equally pleased that Mary had been ready to plug the gap. ‘Well, that should wrap things up nicely,’ he said. ‘How about you, Gavin, what have you been up to?’

‘I’ve been thinking.’

‘About anything in particular?’ enquired Simmons with a deliberate vagueness that made Tom and Mary smile.

Читать дальше

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Похожие книги на «Hypocrite's Isle»

Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «Hypocrite's Isle» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё не прочитанные произведения.


Gavin Lyall: Shooting Script
Shooting Script
Gavin Lyall
Henry Miller: Tropic of Cancer
Tropic of Cancer
Henry Miller
Gavin Smith: Veteran
Veteran
Gavin Smith
libclub.ru: книга без обложки
libclub.ru: книга без обложки
Michael Moorcock
Отзывы о книге «Hypocrite's Isle»

Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «Hypocrite's Isle» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.