Several years ago Byron Rogers started receiving letters forwarded to him by his then-employer, the Daily Telegraph Magazine. But these weren’t the usual readers’ letters. These were passionate, not to say, steamy, love letters. They were also from women he’d never met. But they seemed to know all about him, the illustrious journalist… Rogers’ quest to find out about this other Mr Rogers – not your normal kind of imposter, but one who did you the double-edged favour of spreading far and wide your undeserved reputation for unbridled priapism – is what sets off this strange and hilarious memoir. For, having written two acclaimed biographies of singular, indeed maverick, literary figures – J.L.. Carr and R.S. Thomas – there remained only one eligible subject for the completion of the trilogy: B.D. Rogers…