“Flaming Sex”
An elderly friend of mine tells me that she is the granddaughter of Lady Edmee Owen,* who in 1925-ish, walked up to the door of her lover’s home, and pumped four shots into his wife when she answered the door.
She did not kill the woman. She did five years in gaol for attempted murder, buying her way out of the rest of the sentence. She wrote a memoir, published sometimes later, titled…
Tah-dunh-tah-dah…
Flaming Sex.
My friend has a COPY of the book, and says she will LOAN IT TO ME CAPSLOCKOMIGOD.
She warns me that it’s terrible prose, BUT WHO CARES!
*The link goes to a 1932 NEWSPAPER, how cool is that! YAY GOOGLE! besides Lady Edmee’s salacious little article, i recommend that you peruse pages forward and back, Much fun, and a lovely reminder that our society has always been a bit nutso.
