Synopsis

Kurt O'Reilly can't seem to get anything right. Just one thing, right? The doctor he consults for a minor ailment explains, astonished, that in every known case the problem has a disastrous outcome—except in his. On a tattoo artist's couch, a sensational porn star gives him a glimpse of paradise within reach. The money he has carelessly invested only multiplies. Even the taxi driver who whisks him around a London just moved into the future insists on paying for his ride. No, someone is definitely plotting behind his back, and Kurt can only try to figure out who, and why. Little by little, a plot will emerge, indeed, but we can't say more: because the plot is this singular, gripping, and hilarious novel.