Claire Lowdon

Aunt Munca’s murky past

After a decade of detective work Ferdinand Mount discovers why his mysterious aunt lied all her life

Unca always seemed a lot younger than Munca — but younger by how much? 
issue 31 October 2020

Kiss Myself Goodbye. It sounds a bit like a William Boyd novel. It looks likea William Boyd novel, too: the cover shows an old hand-coloured photograph of a fur-stoled woman, determinedly leading a man in morning dress towards the camera. And, indeed, the raw material would likely make a very good William Boyd novel — only Boyd would have to jettison at least half of the breakneck hairpin bends in the mad, mazy plot for the sake of believability. This could be the ultimate case of a tale too strange to be fiction.

Ferdinand Mount has crafted the perfect, custom-made receptacle for his extraordinary story. The (anti)-hero is the millionairess Aunt Munca, self-named after the mouse in the Beatrix Potter story. It turns out to be just one of her many names and identities. Aunt Munca makes Moll Flanders look like a couch potato.

Munca can’t afford for anyone to get too close to the family in case they start asking awkward questions

Mount opens with a brief memoir of his aunt and uncle as he remembers them from childhood.

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