Almost entirely surreal. No, there's a plot, but there's also a bushel basket of strange dumped in layers throughout. I bogged down toward the middle and rolled my eyes more than once at what appeared to the casual observer to be abuse of quantum mechanics but I have to say that parts of this book simply sang for me. I liked the conceit that the reader is never sure what's real, what's happening. There's plenty here to love, especially Dulcie the punk rock angel. The ending was satisfyingly unsatisfying.