Nothing confounds a case of moral outrage like a willing victim.

In painter Celia Paul’s short, episodic memoir, which centres on her affair with Lucian Freud, the older artist emerges as an archetypal monster – emotionally abusive, manipulative, ruthlessly self-serving. So far, so unsurprising. It is Paul’s part in their 10-year liaison that sends our feelings on a rollercoaster.

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