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Suckers

Suckers
By Anne Billson

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  • Amazon Sales Rank: #702773 in Books
  • Published on: 1993-01-08
  • Original language: English
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 320 pages

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Synopsis
When Duncan and Dora decide to follow the trail of enigmatic publisher Eve Muragashi, they realize that they have not only found the new human form taken by a vampire but that they have also stumbled across a conspiracy which aims to convert London into a "vampire captial".


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Blackly Funny.5
This is a very entertaining read about a bid by vampires to take over London. It's set in the decadent 1980s, and tells about how the main character, Dora, tries to defeat the vampires. Although quite gruesome at times, the author never loses her sense of humour and this book, despite its theme, is so very funny. In some aspects it reminded me of Shaun of the Dead and I found it to be a ripping yarn.

An excellent, atmospheric and original genre-piece.5
'Suckers' is a brilliantly entertaining book to get your teeth into. Billson's heroine Dora is engagingly vicious, egotistical and self-deluding (her revenge campaign against the gazumper of her flat is hilariously nasty) and most readers will identify with her instantly. Many will also enjoy dark dreams of the lethal Violet, with her Russian furs, her tiny hands and feet and her insatiable 300 year-old blood lust. The scene in which she relieves Dora of - shall we say - a physical extremity is one of the most exquisite and eye-watering gothic tableaux in print. But 'Suckers' isn't all fangs and fornication. Billson has a rare facility for summoning up spirit of place, and her portrait of late-80s London in all its post-modern pomp and decadence is acutely observed. And although this shouldn't put off fans of literal vampirism, 'Suckers' serves as an astute satire of Thatcherite consumerism. Billson makes the wry point that greedy City types are no more interesting undead than alive, no less boring when swilling human blood than Chardonnay.