Kurt O’Reilly just can’t catch a break. A flabbergasted eye specialist tells him that all the known cases of a slight ailment afflicting him have actually ended in tragedy – all, that is, except for his. As he’s stretched out in a tattoo parlour, a drop-dead-gorgeous porn star lets him catch a glimpse of heaven just waiting for him. His investments grow in leaps and bounds. Even the cabbie driving him back and forth in a future London insists the fare is on the house.
Yes – there’s definitely someone plotting against him; all Kurt can do is try to figure out who it is and why. Bit by bit, the machination emerges – and that’s all we can say here because the machination is in fact this unique, compelling and highly amusing novel itself.