I really enjoy books by this author. His prose is muscular and inventive and the plots usually compelling and relentless. Whilst it's fair to say this is probably the weakest novel of his that I have read there is still plenty of interest to pull you through. The plot begins fairly coherently, then deliberately diverts, subverts, and then reverts to a satisfying conclusion. Without plot-spoiling, much of the mid-section takes place in a kind of life/death/dream limbo and - for me - sometimes loses it's way with the wealth of detail overwhelming when it actually stalls the interest. However, under par Williams is better than none at all. For example: "Some of them didn't have eyes, or rather, they contained black, protruding orbs in their faces, like moist olives plugged into chunks of focaccia. The sky and sea were cut from the same fabric, a slightly darker pleat offering only the vaguest nod to separation." Worth a read.