Daniel Polansky is a brilliant writer.
Yet this book didn't engage me in the way I expected. Perhaps it's due to my autumn mood today but I was disappointed by the narrative's predictability. By the end of Chapter 7, I thought I knew where Mr Polansky was leading me.
And while it's the journey, not the destination which is important in spculative fiction and fantasy? The spell of the author's words no longer wrapped me. I'd spotted the trick, fallen out of the magic, and couldn't get back in sync.
So, this book just didn't work for me. Mr. Polansky's craft is solid. But, once I knew our destination, the fun was over for me.
Sorry. Not for me.