Two artists, one a conventional soul and the other a devil-may-care adventurer, wander out of Oxford Street and into a Soho foreign restaurant, bickering about garlic and digestion in prose that fizzes with Edwardian wit. This is bohemian London on the eve of the twentieth century, where painters seek perfect models and find instead something far more dangerous: love that threatens to unmake their friendship. When Victor discovers Teresina, a stunning Italian girl, and brings her to sit for Godfrey's canvas, the three become entangled in a dance of attraction and rivalry that the novel's title hints at but never quite explains. Boothby writes with a light touch, mixing genuine romantic heat with the dry humor of two friends who know exactly how to irritate each other. The mystery of the title remains elegantly elusive, a puzzle box that frames rather than dominates the real drama: what happens when art and life collide, and which one wins.
