A novel about blood thirsty 1950s movie cowgirls with hallucinogenic toadsucking properties: this is seductive, fine fiction at the cutting edge of mayhem.
When eighty-three-year-old Irving Goodman falls in love with actress Justine Trimble she's been dead for forty-seven years. Irving may not know how he's going to attain his heart's desire but he knows a man who does. Istvan Fallok, a wizard of high technology, sees her on Irving's TV screen and hi-techs Justine out of the video tape and in to present-day Soho - in black-and-white.
As any reader of Bram Stoker will know, blood is the (full-colour) life and in order for Justine to retain her colour she has to be topped up now and then - by Irving and his friends and the odd passer-by. Things become a little complicated when Grace Kowalski brings a Justine Two into the picture and not surprisingly the curiosity of the police is soon aroused?
