Vincent Barolo is living his good life.
He's a middle-aged American who lives in London, England, owns 140 different chairs, eight amateur boxing trophies, three little-hope boxers and one law degree.
He keeps his own hours, takes one-third of whatever he collects for his clients, and most of the time manages to pay the majority of his bills.
Then, someone he doesn't know sends him £1000 retainer.
The next day, the newspapers report that person is dead.
And little by little, Vincent Barolo's world starts coming unglued.
To put it back together again, he finds himself forced to take on the shadowy, big-money game of international patents.
Exposing the high-stakes, cut-throat race for the elusive FAT-gene, The Monk's Disciples lays bare the extent that men of science will go - in the name of science - to further their own naked ambition.
Sydney Sun Herald: "Jeffrey Robinson is a witty and cynical writer."
Mail on Sunday: "Fast, funny and full of wisecracks."
Evening Press: "Robinson’s novel is all action... his style is taut, dialogue fresh, characters well fleshed out and each, in his own way, vulnerable. A most satisfying read.”
