With the ability to hibernate at the first hint of danger to himself, Alastair has awakened from a sixty year sleep ("going to ground" in 1941 to avoid WW II.) Though finding it impossible to "bone up" on all that happened during the period of his recent hibernation, he is confident that his style as a 19th century Englishman will cover any small blunders he might make. Conceited, thin skinned, greedy, lazy, fearful, and suspicious, Alastair revels in living the Great Life, having all the time in the world to accomplish something, sometime. Part reconstruction of the vampire myth, part satire, part spoof, the book reveals A. A. Alastair as more Magoo than gore, more Clousseau than criminal. In short--though Alastair would be horrified at the comparison--he is startlingly like the rest of us, embedded as we are, in the Me generation!