Currently set to play on my lovely little kindle is Matthew (Monk) Lewis’s The Bravo of Venice.

Here is a (very) brief review from Flowers of Literature in 1806

“This is a romance which Mr. Lewis states to have been translated by him from the German. It is quite in Mr. L.’s style, has been dramatised under the title of Rugantino, and the edition before us is the fifth; so that anything we could say about it would be superfluous, neither be supposed to enhance or depreciate it in the public opinion.”

Now, even I could write reviews like that, I wonder if it paid well.