This part-historical, part-contemporary novel about a seductive Russian painter with a dark past, artfully combines the authenticity you would expect from a true story with the drive of a modern mystery. After about seventy reasonably intriguing pages, it sink its hooks into you and becomes incredibly compelling. Something similar happens to the protaganist, a disgraced art dealer who believes Zoia played a part in the tragedy that destroyed his childhood (and more besides). The novel follows his mounting obsession with revealing Zoia's secrets, cut with visions of her past in revolutionary Russia, and the decadent Paris of the 1920s. A feast of a book that you wish you could take slowly, but end up bolting all the same.