It took a while for the gears to catch with this one, mostly because I had to slow the fuck down and take Central Station at its own pace. It's a slow meander through a worn, almost regretful world. It's cyberpunk with all the shine rubbed off, a loam blown in and now blooming. Pretty great.
Man, this book is bananas: a noir set in a fascist England in 1939, with an unexpected historical figure as the gumshoe. It's bizarre to have something so high concept be so pulpy and brutal. Certainly fucks up one's notions of the role of alternate history, boy howdy.
Full review at B&N Sci-Fi.
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