This enigmatic and distinctly unsettling debut novel was discovered last year by Tartarus Press – it’s right up their macabre street – but is now enjoying a second coming courtesy of the more mainstream John Murray. Already hailed as a “modern classic”, it’s been compared to The Wicker Man, and arrives with a plaudit from Stephen King.
It’s easy to see why it has attracted such attention. It might be a cliche to say that a work defies categorisation, but this one really does. It scared, amused, perplexed and – if I’m honest – just occasionally bored me, but I finished it none the wiser about exactly what sort of novel I had just read.
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