It’s also a book I couldn’t put down, and I read it in a few days. The style of it is a really intoxicating merge of the wistfulness of Gene Wolfe and John Crowley, with the visual, visceral immediacy of Stephen King and Alec Effinger. Smooth and gritty at the same time. How do they do that?
The flaws of the primary character, presented early and clearly, drive this story: Vergil I. Ulum does not understand consequences of action. It is a great lesson, in high relief: it is not the heroic parts of a story that make the fireworks.