Madrid. Unfinished. Man dying.

A great painter lies on his deathbed, synapses firing, writhing and reveling in pleasure and pain as a lifetime of chaotic and grotesque sense memories wash over and envelop him.

In this bold and brilliant short work of experimental fiction by the author of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers and Lanny, Max Porter inhabits Francis Bacon in his final moments, translating into seven extraordinary written pictures the explosive final workings of the artist’s mind. Writing as painting rather than about painting, Porter lets the images he conjures speak for themselves as they take their revenge on the subject who wielded them in life.

The result is more than a biography: The Death of Francis Bacon is a physical, emotional, historical, sexual, and political bombardment–the measure of a man creative and compromised, erotic and masochistic, inexplicable and inspired.