Reviewers rarely feel it prudent to begin by confessing bafflement, but the admission may sometimes be unavoidable. This is my sentiment as I contemplate the four novels of Alan Warner. He has been highly praised ('dazzling', 'classic', 'significant', 'vastly gifted', 'a genius', 'one of the most influential literary mould-breakers ever'), and I'm sure none of these eulogies, understandably preserved on the covers of his books, is entirely unmerited. But it is one thing to praise, and another to describe, the work that earned these compliments.

LRB 22 August 2002 | PDF Download