Capri was, from the 19th century through to the mid twentieth, a home and refuge for a varied collection of writers, artists, socialites and those who like, or like to live off, the wealthy no matter were their money came from. Because of its history as the Roman emperor Tiberius's pleasure-dome many of those artists, writers and society people, and their hangers on, went to Capri because of its reputation for cheap and plentiful servants, which meant there were loads of desperately poor people willing to labour in their homes, kitchens and gardens for very cheap wages. It was even cheaper to get, that is buy, boys and occasionally girls but Capri was predominantly known as a haunt for those who loved boys.
I am not going to pretend that this strikes me with horror - being poor and young at the period covered by this book was never very nice and for poor boys buggering older men or being buggered by them was probably a lot less unpleasant, less dangerous and better paid then most of the alternative things they might have had to do to eat. I don't justify or excuse it but it is important to remember just how bogus all the talk by the rich queens from Germany, France the UK, etc. about rediscovering the Platonic ideal of love between an older and younger men was. That talk was for dinner parties and euphemistic phrases in books. The reality was rich men who could do what they wanted with poor boys or poor people generally.
But Capri was a fascinating playground of relative freedom where the locals turned a blind eye to what the foreigners with money did. This book makes great use of various English novels of the twenties - perhaps too much - they are novels not factual accounts to describe what went on. It is a very lively and amusing description of this world. Originally published in 1980 long before anyone had qualms about what we in the west dud anywhere. It would not be written like that today but that doesn't make anything it says less true.