Dancing with the devil Book

L really don't know why I finished this book, other than just being downright NOSY! I really don't enjoy reading about people's sexual debauchery, but this one was like being addicted to watching a terrible accident - knowing there will be carnage, but not sure of how much and unable to look away.

There are some people who just should never be wealthy, and Jessie Donahue (and her son's, after forcing them to live off her UN-earned wealth or face the consequence of being disinherited) is one such person. The hell and evil she brought into the world cannot be totalled here on Earth; but I'm sure there was a plethora of that evil. Had she allowed her sons to attend school and get an education, they may have offered some goodness in the world. Maybe.

But Jimmy Donahue was the Devil Incarnate, with his life and deeds. Add to them, the Duchess of Windsor, who was a slave to money and (it seems) lack of sexual fulfilment with the Duke. Not to mention the Duke's rapacious money grabbing and bitterness over his royal family.

In truth, there is no hero or heroine in this sordid tale, only a cast of greedy, selfish, narcissistic, lazy ne'er-do-wells. One cannot feel any sympathy for any of them - except a small bit for the Duke, who gave up so much for the woman he loved and continued to love until his death. His 'Aldonza' that he only saw as his 'Dulcinea', the Duchess, wasn't worth his worship and ardor and, in the end, was left alone. How did she feel afterwards? Only she can say, but her actions bring no sympathy for the consequences. No matter. All the cast of characters are probably in Hell by now. Dante surely had a section cordoned off for them, surely.