'woman will be the death of me, ' mutters kingdom swann, peering up at the nude woman hung by her wrists from a pillar. an impressive old man with a wonderful wealth of beard, he appears the very picture of victorian respectability. yet behind the walls of his piccadilly studio the erotic fantasies of a generation are being acted out for the eye of his camera. for this master of the epic nude painting has turned his hand to pornography: art has come to life and all hell is breaking loose . . . 'with enormous relish gibson presents a memorable and hugely enjoyable portrait of both the man and the world he inhabited.' "today" 'as in daniel defoe's roxanna, a voyeuristic fascination plays games with high morality.' "times" 'wonderful fun to read.' "daily mail"