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Chargement... The Fine Point of His Soulpar Julie Bozza
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" He was the shameful cause of his sister Elena's death and he stole state papers from England, yet Adrian Hart is feted by the best of society in Rome, and boldly dubs himself 'Iago'. Determined to avenge Elena, his unrequited love, Lieutenant Andrew Sullivan asks the advice of poet and Shakespearian John Keats, and his artist friend Severn. Soon Percy and Mary Shelley join them, then Lord Byron and his servant Fletcher. But how can the seven of them work against this man, when they can't even agree what he is? The atheist Shelley insists that Hart is an ordinary man, while Byron becomes convinced he's the Devil incarnate, and Keats flirts with the idea that he's Dionysius"--Publisher. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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The trio of star Romantic poets, Keats, Shelley, Byron – sort of like the Three Musketeers – with each his companion or offsider (wife, servant, friend) and – if I’m going to run with the Three Musketeers – our d’Artagnan is nothing of a poet, he’s a lieutenant in the navy, who requires their help or other input – it isn’t always assistance, at least from Byron – in a secret mission, sensitive both to the Home Office and to the lieutenant’s heart. I shan’t tell you more plot than that.
The poets are an odd lot. Except for Keats, who isn’t in the least odd and has to put up with them – particularly Byron. Byron’s my favourite character here, in spite of his dodginess. Together – they make up seven together – they try to swashbuckle, but few of them have practice; most are gentlemanly, Byron’s lordly, and when that prohibits them from action the lower classes step in, Byron’s servant Fletcher and the lieutenant who’s seen action. But they manage, ‘Seven Souls Strong’, in the end.
They face death, in different guises. Keats doesn’t cheat his death in Rome, not exactly, although he struggles for his health and for a healthy mind and hope and he succeeds. He slips along the way – he’s wonderful, he isn’t perfect. Mary Shelley, who has quietly written Frankenstein, may quietly be the pick of them. Whether the evil that they face is earthly or other-than, they dispute... they bring their poet’s answers to the question, as the death-question too has gilded answers or else the very much ungilded catacombs in Rome.
If you like unlikely heroes in speculative histfic, or want to meet Bryon, Shelley and Keats. Believe me, you want to meet Keats.