Of all of Wilson's works that I've read to date, this one is the weakest. It didn't even feel like the same author. Still, this is one of his extremely early works and, like a fine wine, his stock has grown finer, more pronounced, and more appreciable with age. Not a bad read, just not something I could recommend.

We follow the tail end of a life of a genetically modified individual, who is struggling to pinpoint precisely who - or what - he is. I'd like to sum it up more florally, but this about covers it. ( )

Decent title from Robert Wilson but kind of slow going. I preferred Blind Lake (I've read about 10 of his books by now.) ( )