Ostensibly, the novel charts the career of oneAlistair Bevan, writer and adman, from hisbeginnings in a post-war Midland town. Herethough any parallels with our world cease.Through Bevan's vivid memories we meetGrßinne; blue-stocking seductress, darling ofthe media. Painfully human yet mysterious asher great namesake, the girl-goddess doomed byher own proud nature who plunged all Irelandinto war and shadow. But there's very muchmore. Grßinne proposes new and starlinganswers for the origins of the Celts themselves,answers that irrevocably link the fate of East andWest; though the wide-ranging narrative wearsits erudition lightly. We glimpse Oxford in thesixties, Ireland and Wessex, a London that hasyet to be; through and between them, like thespirallings of Celtic thought itself, runs a strangegraffito. How does it relate to the tenets of theBuddha, the heady eroticism of Hindu art? Oneby one the answers are made; by Grßinne,human and divite, a proto-myth for the newmillennium.