One of the best - if not *the* best - modern writers around, Baricco's first two novels, 'Silk' and 'Ocean Sea', were masterpieces of understatement, beautifully written, atmospheric.
'City' is different. 'City' - for the first hundred pages at least - is relatively plainly written. The dialogue is short, punchy, and everywhere. The characters are comic-book - a boy genius, a giant, a mute - and the narrative strays over the city apparently not quite knowing where to stop. If you've read Neil Gaiman's novels you will feel in oddly familiar territory.
At the heart of 'City' are three stories: the central tale of the boy genius; a story about a boxer which he creates; and a "metaphysical Western" which his nanny creates. The last two are what you might expect from Baricco - unusual, special. But you get the feeling that Baricco has created the boy genius narrative as a tidy way of hinging it together - in fact, it only brings the overall quality of writing down.
It's still way ahead of anything else out there, however, and I recommend sticking with it. This is eminently readable stuff from a writer of undoubted quality.