Stainless

The greatest horror writer youve never read . . . In Stainless, Todd Grimson set out to write the Ultimate, Final Vampire Noveland succeeded. (The Guardian) Justine is a vampire. Keith just lives like one. An ex-junkie and ex-rock star, his hands mangled by his dead exs own jealous ex, hes let go of his ambitions. Hes content to be Justines live-in Renfield, helping her pick up dinner when she needs a bite, keeping an eye on her lavish L.A. manor when the sun is out and shes down for her beauty sleep. Its true that Justine has been around for a few centuries and Keith barely three decades, but theyre good for each other: Justine is teaching Keith to take the long view; Keith is reminding her how it feels to be alive. Between and around them, though, move a cast of criminals, victims, artists, dead-enders, hangers-on, wanna-bes, and other distractions, undead and otherwise. Can there be such a thing as love in a world where there are also such things as monsters? First published in 1996, Todd Grimsons Stainless is a noir fantasia, a symphony of bloody horror, and a woozy, romantic tour of night-side L.A. Not only is it the last, best vampire novel of the twentieth century, it might well be the last, best farewell to the mythic Los Angeles of Bette Davis, Dennis Hopper, and Less than Zero. In a league with the best of James Ellroy and Raymond Chandlerand closing the coffin for good on poor Bram StokerStainless is the final word on fangs, hangovers, and heartbreak.