I surfaced from this book this afternoon and have been unable to shake the sounds of it from my brain. One of the most vivid things for me about this story is the muscular way Lanagan uses language. There's so much that can be done with sheer force of words, and Lanagan plumbs those depths with skill and agility.There are so many levels to this story, and so much happening below the surface that it's hard to muster any response beyond sheer slack-jawed appreciation. The worlds are all richly imagined, both inner and outer, real and dreamt, for all that none of them are at all comfortable, none of them are safe. The core of the book -the heart of it- beats with that lack of safety, lack of control and it's infused with rage and bitterness and somehow manages to be a hopeful and redemptive tale. So well done it's merciless.Highly recommended, but beware of darkness.