Tristram Fane Saunders lives in London and works as a journalist. The
Rake lives in lavish squalor and has never worked in his life. Laura
lives nowhere - she's dead, for now - but she is working on a way to
solve that problem.
These sly, untrustworthy poems tell the story of a nameless, ageless
dandy - his slow decline, and his well-deserved fall. Take a ride in the
Rake's carriage, but keep an eye on your purse.