A tawdry, feeble fable about Lucrezia Borgia, a poor little rich girl, pressed at the age of eight into an incestuous love with her megalomaniacal brother Cesare. This continues throughout her life, even after he gets the pox and she gets married. And does her father, Pope Alexander, also share her bed, or only wish to? Alex and Ces marry Lucrezia off to one duke after another, but her husbands always die young, knifed by Cesare's men in dark alleys--as was his older brother Juan. Lucrezia is a pitiful weak kitten, whose range of emotions includes only fear, lust, and avarice--mainly fear. What about the poison, you ask? Yes, one would think that at least a mention of hemlock or henbane was obligatory in a Borgia story, but the only poison here is in the pen. Borgias, more boring than gorgeous.