Dazzling and enjoyable - why have we overlooked this extraordinary woman? Is this a genuine memoir? A work of art criticism? A scholarly bodice ripper? Brilliant ventriloquism? Try it for yourself...
Discovered in the secret compartment of a North Italian cabinet, this enchanting manuscript may, or may not, be complete or even intended for posterity. Undeterred by these uncertainities, John Fuller gives us the early nineteenth century memoirs of Laetitia Horspole, painter, philosopher and femme fatale.
Why is she not better known? That long spell in Madagascar certainly interrupted her career. And then her virtual disappearance to Italy didn't help matters. But her obscurity gives added piquancy to the memoirs which are above all a dramatic eighteenth century adventure in five acts reflecting her tempestuous involvement with the five husbands of her life, from the brutish Crowther and the dullish Horsepole himself to the rich but louche Count Chiavari.
“Fuller is a master storyteller. a rollicking picaresque yarn. a portrait of a high-spirted woman, sexually curious and intellectually insatiable”
“A Moll Flanders of our time. A remarkable piece of work”
Irish Sunday Independent