From one of Latin America's finest writers, a mesmerizing, blackly comic novel about the amazing real-life afterlife of the legendary Eva Peron.

Suddenly struck down by cancer, she was given no hope to live. As thousands of the poor filled the park around her palace, chanting and praying for their "Saint Evita," she died. Some days before the end, she begged her husband that she not be forgotten. Grief-crazed (but politically crazy like a fox), he seized upon this idea quite literally.

Sending for Europe's finest embalmer, he had the man waiting at her deathbed, and within minutes of her last breath, this Michelangelo of the mortuary was hard at work making her body physically immortal. Put on display on a pure glass slab suspended in a single beam of light from the ceiling of a darkened chamber, Evita entered everlasting life as the sacred object of national pilgrimage. Peron did less well: hated, rebelled against, and deposed, he had to flee. But his mere mortal - and equally ugly - successors realized to their acute discomfort that Evita's body was much more powerful than they were.

Whoever controlled it controlled Argentina. And here begins Evita's fantastical true-life (if post-mortem) odyssey. Hidden away, stolen, replicated (three perfect copies of her body were made and used in a mad shell game by various factions), smuggled abroad, buried, dug up, and hijacked again, she traveled two continents exerting strange, unshakable power over everyone in her path.