By Ian Mcdonald
This novel is such an 'epic fail' that I stopped reading it at page 204 in disgust. I simply couldn't carry on. My enthusiasm waned from the beginning as a consequence of the prose but the final straw was when Mcdonald stole an entire scene from the Terry Gilliam film 'Brazil' (When Tuttle fills the plumbers suits with sewerage).
I can't be bothered reading novels which steal other artists idea's so blatently as this one does. Life's too short to accomidate intellectual theft without a certain degree of charm. Mcdonald tries for charm, but comes across as a childish hack.