This is just a taste for a proper review to follow.
What freaked-up daydream I've just woken up from.
What lingers after having read it is the unbearable dread that it gives off. I've always thought that Vandermeer can set a book's atmosphere like no other writer.
I just wish this volume and the two to come out this year should have been published as a single unity. That aside the first volume still works on several levels.
Another writer would not have been able to write a first volume as contained in itself as this one was. The ending was strange and a little bit off-putting. This would prove deeply unsatisfying in most novels, making me suspicious the writer couldn't actually decide what was going on, but it works here.
After "Finch" (which I didn't like), Vandermeer is the true master of the weird, the gory,. He's always able to pull twisted narrative threads out like a loose stitch.