Stylistically I was reminded of Flann O'Brian or Pynchon or Vonnegut, a romp with meaning somehow outside the storyline. Despite this, and partly because of it, the first 2/3 are pleasant enough, quirky and odd but also droll and observant. Pieces of a story surface, but it's not clear who anyone is, where or when events take place. As a thriller, it follows a plot, but there are diverging narratives, and cartoon-like characters: not in being unrealistic so much as in being two-dimensional cut-outs, with little interiority. The first book presents an overt story obscured in the telling, a thriller in which the reader is akin to a protagonist with amnesia. Arrange it as you will." and a little later, "If you do not wake up screaming, you have not put it together well." Its present order is only the way it comes in the box.
He doesn't mention this in his preface, instead advising the reader "This is a do-it-yourself thriller or nightmare. Lafferty wrote two books, and then hid one inside the other.
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