William Boyd is a maddening writer, by turns brilliant and glib, glittery and prosaic. Settings are exotic, geographically and historically. Nothing is on the level, everybody is somehow abroad but nobody is innocent.

This is the case more than ever in Boyd’s second collection of short stories, an eclectic mix of high comedy and almost Gothic period pieces that has a curious, self-referential quality.

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