I like historical novels and I was quite enjoying this one about the 15th century Flemish artist Hans Memling - even though it was all a bit superficial and unlikely, and the lectures on art were getting tiresome - until the entry of two mysterious Yorkist refugees from England in 1470, Ned and Dick 'Plant'. Surely not, I thought.
Unfortunately, yes it was - none other than Edward IV and his brother Richard of Gloucester.
There follows a plot twist so ridiculous that I'm embarrassed to repeat it: basically, to protect his son and any future heirs should he die young, Edward makes Richard promise to use an old rumour to declare him (and therefore his children) illegitimate, and take over as king. Then, when Edward's son is fully grown and ready to rule, Richard would reveal the deception, give up his 'temporary job' and hand the throne back to his nephew. All with the cheerful assent of parliament and the many warring factions of 15th century England, of course - what could possibly go wrong?
Now, a certain amount of artistic licence is positively encouraged in historical fiction, and there are as many different interpretations of how and why Richard III seized the throne as there are books, but this one is so far from what could ever have happened as to make it nonsensical. I won't bore you with a list of the reasons, or with the many minor plot points which are almost as ludicrous.
'History is a matter of perspective' says the tagline on the cover - have I missed something? Is it meant to be a comedy or a fantasy?
Whatever: I managed to get to the end, but I have to admit that I only skimmed through the second half of the book in disbelief.