Such a delightfully elusive thing of a novel, owing much of its enormous charm to the curious, wayward voice of its narrator, the oddly displeasing to the eye and plagued by memory loss Finley, determined to carry out her mysterious Assignment to the best of her abilities in spite of a whole host of more or less wholly inexplicable distractions, many of them entirely internal preoccupations. 'Postmodernist existential detective novel' I said last time, which is right, but even though I have a little generic category for it, it's not much like anything else I've ever read.
