What does Jacques Casanova, demonstrably the world's greatest lover, have to say to heterosexual men of the 21st century? Do his celebrated memoirs provide a message for the muddled swains of our time, whose sex drive is often stuck in neutral because liberated women can be a scary climb? The answer, one that Casanova was accustomed to hearing: si... Oui... yes! This book organises his life's enlightening episodes and insights in alphabetically arranged sections, with blithe if moot commentary, for easy study and memorisation. His success in seducing the ladies of 18th-century Europe is clearly pertinent to today's career woman. The king's mistress (Pompadour) presented the same challenge as our female CEO of the gas company. The way that Casanova made pretty nuns forget their bridal vows to God will work equally well with worshippers of Greer and Friedan. His secret? -- love. Without that constant, the book would be merely naughty bits. But Casanova genuinely loved his women. Loved to please them, talk to them, meet the love children they bore him. So, for the would-be Casanova, this text's pages serve to cap such love with sexual fulfilment, the consummation devoutly to be wished. Remedial reading, for over-eighteens.