When library research gives Wendy Moore “sweaty palms, a thumping heartbeat and fluttering in the stomach”, it’s a surefire sign she’s found the subject of her next book.
We think of libraries as places of quiet solitude where information is reassuringly organised, ordered and catalogued. Yet for me one of the best things about libraries is serendipity. It’s that unexpected jewel of information which changes everything, that missing jigsaw piece that solves a puzzle or – in my case – the chance discovery which led to my next book.
That serendipitous moment came on a cold January day in 2012 when I arrived at the Wellcome Library to do some research for a column I then wrote in the British Medical Journal. Since it was the bicentenary of Dickens’ birth, I had decided to write about the doctors in Dickens’ novels. I duly read about Sir Tumley Snuffim, Dr Kutankumagen, Mr Slasher and the various bumbling surgeons and grasping physicians with whom Dickens peppered his works. But it was a doctor who never appeared in a Dickens book, a doctor who became the author’s medical advisor and one of his closest friends, who transfixed me.
I chanced upon John Elliotson in a short book, Dickens’s Doctors by David Waldron Smithers (1979), on the Library shelves. And as I read about this complex man, who was born into the Georgian era but became one of Victorian society’s most intriguing personalities, I recognised those unmistakeable symptoms – sweaty palms, thumping heartbeat and fluttering in the stomach – which are the surefire signs of a possible new book.
A quick check in the catalogue revealed there were numerous works on the topic of mesmerism but no biography of Elliotson. A search in the archives uncovered a treasure trove of curiously-titled publications by and about him. What on earth was The Zoist, which he edited for 13 years? What induced him to publish a pamphlet entitled False accusation in the Royal Medical and Chirurgical Society against a poor man because he suffered no pain while his leg was amputated in the mesmeric coma? And why had he inspired a pamphlet with the even stranger title A full discovery of the strange practices of Dr Elliotson on the bodies of his female patients? I was hooked.
Elliotson, I discovered, was the son of a prosperous chemist who determined in his early teens to become a physician. He gained not one but two medical degrees – from Edinburgh and Cambridge – trained at Guy’s and St Thomas’ Hospitals, and established himself as one of the capital’s most respected practitioners. By 1837 Elliotson was professor of medicine at University College London and physician at University College Hospital with a grand house and consulting rooms in the West End. And then he risked it all – by embracing a controversial new idea: mesmerism.
Elliotson was no stranger to novelty or controversy. As an up-and-coming doctor he had discarded the traditional physician’s breeches for newly fashionable trousers and sported whiskers according to the latest trend. This 19th century hipster was an early adopter of medical innovations too – especially when they emanated from the Continent. He championed the stethoscope, dabbled with acupuncture and became one of Britain’s foremost advocates of phrenology. So when a French disciple of mesmerism, Baron Jules Dupotet de Sennevoy, arrived in London in June 1837 to promote his doctrine, Elliotson was first in line.
Elliotson invited Dupotet to try his technique on some patients at UCH and, impressed by the results, he adopted the method himself. Over the next 18 months Elliotson mesmerised dozens of patients at UCH and he invited friends, colleagues and journalists to witness his experiments. One of his guests was the young Dickens who made the short journey to UCH from his house in Doughty Street with his artist friend George Cruikshank on 4 January 1838. Elliotson’s casebooks, in the UCL archives, record their visit. Dickens was so bewitched by what he saw that he learned the technique himself – later practising on his wife Catherine and others – and became a lifelong enthusiast for mesmerism. Through his friendship with Dickens, Elliotson became the medical darling of the Victorian literary world.
Elliotson went on to stage dramatic demonstrations of mesmerism in the lecture theatre of UCH which drew large crowds and sparked sensational headlines. In particular, spectators were entranced by the Okey sisters, 17-year-old Elizabeth and 15-year-old Jane. Admitted to UCH for epilepsy, their names were routinely misspelled O’Key, and writers ever since have assumed the girls were Irish. In fact, genealogical records show, they came from a working-class English family in nearby Somers Town. Under mesmerism these two demure little misses were transformed into precocious little minxes who joked and flirted with their audiences as well as lifting heavy weights and withstanding electric shocks.
Ultimately, however, Elliotson’s love of novelty was his downfall. Not content with showing that mesmerism could improve certain conditions and banish pain, he was bent on witnessing bizarre phenomena reported from the Continent where doctors claimed patients could forecast the future, diagnose other patients’ ailments and distinguish ‘mesmerised’ water and metal. When The Lancet demolished the latter theory in exhaustive tests on the Okeys, Elliotson’s reputation was severely tarnished. But he sealed his own fate by taking Elizabeth Okey to a ward where she predicted two patients would shortly die. UCL promptly banned mesmerism and he had no option but to resign.
His reputation in tatters, Elliotson stayed faithful to mesmerism. He staged demonstrations in his own home, which were gleefully described in the anonymous pamphlet A Full Discovery. He founded the London Mesmeric Infirmary to offer mesmerism to poor patients; its sixth annual report survives in the Wellcome Library archives. And he launched his own journal, The Zoist, which ran to 13 volumes, to publicise mesmeric treatment and operations painlessly performed under mesmerism more than four years before chemical anaesthesia.
Chasing Elliotson took me on a three-year detective trail through the archives of UCL, the Royal Society of Medicine, Dr Williams’s Library and beyond. But it all sprang from a moment of serendipity in Euston Road.
Wendy is giving a talk about her new book, the Mesmerist, at Wellcome Collection on Thursday 29 June 2017.