I find authors who use the memoir approach, and direct references to the reader, rarely works and this novel falls short of a good read. The back cover had lots of praise from the English Press but sometimes I am dubious of their praise as I have often found later that the author is a journalist for one of the English papers too.
This novel had potential, Leo X, a rumoured gay pope, an historically tumultuous time and when Raphael, Michelangelo and Da Vinci were also enlightening the world.
However, whilst the writing was often enjoyable and the plot interesting, the novel failed to take off, a little like Da Vinci's aeroplane theories mentioned in the book.
The memoir dragged as the reader became less and less interested in the Gnostic Dwarf's life and sadly the Epilogue was just too ridiculous to be credible and left the reader cheated by a ho-hum much used historically cliched ending.