I was delighted to be given this book for Christmas because it addresses my favourite period in history, about which I have read extensively over the years. However, I have abandoned it after reading no more than eighty or so pages, partly because I am so annoyed about the author's implacably doctrinaire attitude to Richard III and partly because it is clear that in order to have enough material for a book, the genuine conspiracies and plots against the Tudor dynasty have been considerably padded with what amounts to a great deal of insubstantial fluff.
In truth, though, my respect for the author melted away when I read his assertion that Elizabeth Woodville 'had made her peace with King Richard, the murderer of her sons', as if his guilt was a proven fact and not something that has kept professional and amateur historians arguing for the last hundred years or so. It is the norm for historians,even those that do believe Richard III was guilty of having his nephews put to death, to deliver their opinion as just that, an opinion based on their reading of the little evidence that remains. Not so Desmond Seward, who is happy to pass off his personal conviction of Richard's guilt as historical fact. I'm afraid that as far as I'm concerned, it really won't do and so my copy of The Last White Rose will be heading for a charity shop very soon.