Richard III was maligned by the Tudors as an evil hunchbacked child killer. He was blamed for every wrong including eclipses, hurricanes, tsunamis, poverty, unemployment and high gas prices. Wait. Was that Richard III or George Bush? At any rate, history is written by the victors and poor Dickon was not one of them. Instead, he ended up as a pile of bones beneath a parking lot while his successors went on to vilify what was probably a somewhat humble, religious and reluctant king who revered his eldest brother and the nephews he purportedly had killed.
I became fascinated with Richard III more than twenty years ago when I stumbled upon Sharon Kay Penman’s The Sunne in Splendour. I highly highly recommend this book to Anglophiles and anyone who enjoys historical fiction. In addition, Josephine Tey’s The Daughter of Time is an excellent way to learn what may actually be a more unbiased accounting of the final days of the reign of the Plantagenets than Shakespeare’s fool prancing around offering his kingdom for a horse.