I read this on again off again over the last 10 months-
Long- even this abridged version is about half of the full 12 volume original- but lively and teeming with stories and observation of the European sophisto life of the late 18th century when things were certainly brewing — funny, a Rabelaisian life- improbable and eye opening through out, occasionally blood curdling in the stark realities it shows. Most valuable in its frank depiction of society, it’s codes and the veneer of society- Casanova is clear eyed about himself and the the morals that lay just behind the veneer of his time. In his life as a writer, mathematician, financier, mountebank, occultist, gambler Casanova encounters Voltaire, Cagliostro, Catherine the Great, an innumerable roster of counts, dukes, clergy and other regents. He swallows his times- exceeding the spirit of the era and living on the outer edge of society- his adventures toward the end become a kind of mania he can’t outrun and that he just barely outlives. Too many fascinating passages to recount here. I’m struck most by his own admissions as he aged of being swindled and nearly destroyed by a woman who plays him completely- and though he sees he’s being played he’s powerless to resist her charms - excruciating as it’s told from his perspective- yet somehow deeply gratifying to consider this anti-heroine able to beat the player at his own game so thoroughly. Perhaps intensified by the virtuoustic centerpiece, describing his life and escape from imprisonment at the hands of the Venetian Inquisitors (for loving the wrong woman of course)…