Serge's prose takes a moment to get used to, it's so full of roiling turmoil, drifting clots of yearning rising slowly in the dark mix. This novel, Serge's last, is the story, broken into four parts, four places and times, of the inhuman wreckage our ideology made of the century newly past. There are tastes of Greene here, Heller and Fuentes, but they are muddied and bitter and perhaps more masterful for it.
Serge's prose takes a moment to get used to, it's so full of roiling turmoil, drifting clots of yearning rising slowly in the dark mix. This novel, Serge's last, is the story, broken into four parts, four places and times, of the inhuman wreckage our ideology made of the century newly past. There are tastes of Greene here, Heller and Fuentes, but they are muddied and bitter and perhaps more masterful for it.