It’s 2005, a forgettable year.

Jaimie is a painter whose moment has passed. He's living on a reputation made decades ago. And he's feeling his age.

Francis has the gift of youth. He's drifting through life with no clear purpose. Footloose and bored, he accepts an offer from a London gallery friend to drive Jaimie to Turin, where his new exhibition will open.

Against the winter backdrop of the road, the mountains, and the city they fail to make much sense of each other. But something has sparked between them.

In Turin we meet Max, the gallery owner, and his hangers-on. Jaimie throws himself into the daily details of preparing his exhibition, but something is wrong. He feels his life unravelling. Perhaps it's Francis.

The private-view after-party is wild. At night in the fog in the hills above the city, events begin to spin violently out of control.

Driving Jaimie is a stylish and hypnotic first novel.