Giacomo Casanova, 1725-1798The New York Times today features a review of Casanova's Women by Judith Summers. It looks good! Me want! If you can't run around gettin' laid all the time because you have like, a job and stuff or you're clearly just too good looking and too approachable for the general population so for some reason they don't want to bang you (my excuses) then why not read about someone else livin' the life? In Venice, no less, one of the most amazing and intoxicating places in the world? This book seems to have all the non-fiction stuff I like to read about: history, sex, women, far away places. The only thing it might not contain is murder (and I love me some murder) but perhaps it does. It is the 18th century afterall. Maybe someone gets poisoned.
Ah, Giacomo, Giacomo, Giacomo. You-a lived-a! You-a loved-a! You-a died-a!
2 comments:
This seems even steamier than that time that Jessica Fletcher went to Tuscany.
ah, the tuscan sun.
under it.
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