Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

Regardless of the details, it's not good when you're reading a novel and you think, "Ooooh, that's bad, I know what happened to Rosalind Franklin." This applies regardless of whether the issue is sexism and recognition in science, or whether it's ovarian cancer. Ouch.

I have to hand it to the author, though, for not killing off either of the people I presumed were goners.