If Fire Gospel is anything to go by, definitely. Faber tickles and pinches – keep the old deep vein thrombosis at bay.
I’m enjoying the telly adaptation of Crimson Petal too. Ersatz, maybe, and I haven’t read it either, but what the film does is make you alive to how claustrophobic, restricted and downright precarious a woman’s existence can be. And Rackham is a such a vivid study of hypocrisy as “the compliment that vice pays to virtue”.