'Hartley Fudges was twenty-three years old. He was neither particularly bright nor especially dumb, neither ugly nor good-looking.'
Our man Hartley Fudges is one of those posh twats from the nineteenth century upper class that are in abundance in historical fiction novels like this one. He's born into money and the only problem with this is that he has an older brother who is stopping him from having all the stuff that he wants. After he is rejected by a young widow because his dick is too big, he makes a bit of a mental plan, which all goes horribly wrong, and long story short he moves to Jamaica.
In Jamaica there is a booming slave trade (because we're in the old days, remember) and Hartley impulse buys a slave. His name is Cuffy. I like him. The rest of the story is about his three years spent in Jamaica with his slave, his weird mate Meredith, his reputation of having a fucking massive cock, and his lover.
I have not read a story like this before. It is historical fiction but it doesn't feel like it is set two-hundred years ago. The characters are modern and interesting and the story is fresh and not really like fiction at all, it kind of reads almost like an autobiography, with lovely little digressions and interjections that tell us things about history, and poets, and fashion, amongst other things.
Highly recommended, especially if you want to read some historical fiction that doesn't feature corset-bound women swooning and jumped-up wankers twatting around on horses and smoking cigars. A refreshing read.