Casanova! — his very name suggests erotic, even shameful material… but no way. The descriptions of his love affairs are not detailed enough to be even slightly pornographic. Once, many years ago, I myself read his memoirs, and was surprised to find them nothing like Frank Harris ("My Life and Loves"), or even Playboy. This particular volume by Guy Endore analyzes his memoirs to try to determine what is real and what is fictitious… using the published work of dozens of previous researchers, in addition to letters he wrote in later life (years after the memoirs ended). Casanova made his name as a mad lover, but he was much more… a philosopher, a writer, a gambler, a charlatan, and altogether a very fascinating character. His arguments with Voltaire are just one example of the interesting items found herein. Hard to believe someone like that existed. Clearly, Guy Endore himself was fascinated... he must have spent a long time preparing and writing this book, whereas he could have used that time and energy to write a dozen novels as marketable as his "Werewolf of Paris."