David Beeson

David Beeson was born in 1953 and is still not dead. He lives by business, and therefore writes novels about its quirks and plots and jokes and assassinations. He also thinks that men – and some extraordinary women – gave outstanding colour to the eighteenth century and is writing about them too, particularly about a woman who dominated the intellectual world and died surrounded by her weeping husband, long-time lover and current lover. And, since his thought tends to be random, he blogs at www.davidbeesonrandomviews.blogspot.com.