|Chronic City, which has the kind of fuzzy logic and characters-over-plot vibe only a novelist on their 8th book is allowed these days. Or Iain Sinclair. Really enjoying it and quite happy for all strands to not, necessarily, be resolved. This is the post-modern novel, after all. Great fun picking up the cultural shoutouts, whether buried or made expliccit.|
People have complained about the book being too long, but it has nothing on Darkmans, Nicola Barker's Booker nominated slab (850 pages or so). She's a one. It grips , inspite of some shockingly 6th form prose, and has a truly Dickensian dedication to covering all bands of the social spectrum. It feels, actually, in a lot of ways like a 19th century novel of place. Or, perhaps, like a less hippy-dippy Cowper-Powys.