a jaunt through europe’s performative politics of the roaring twenties, the doctor a con, the Baron a con, Robin, the original sapphic heartbreaker, and their world a concoction of oyster like opulence and overt self-importance, all of it so wet and gross and shiny.

dogmas for days, save the rapture of xenophobic ramblings, in a period where a mentor and an American were synonymous; the prose is voluptuous. The narrator provides the very thing I love from a novel : decadent visuals, observable and dynamic characters, scenes so beautiful they are literally pressing on the page, drawing fire.