I've read a couple of other Binding books (Perfect Execution and Island Madness) and was pleased to have been bought this as a present. I confess that, when I opened the book, I didn't realise that it was written before his other novels (it may even have been his debut). Reading the book, however, one quickly senses that this is an author who, while talented, has not yet got the gauge of his abilities. Its a bit like an adolescent boy who has just put on a growth spurt - all the parts are there but they their owner is not quite sure how to use them. The style is undoubtedly identifiable as that which is later used in his other books. The storyline is just as bleak - dealing with fantasy, betrayal and secrets. I have to say, however, that it was not a book that brought me much joy. None of the characters have many redeeming features - least of all the central character. Giles, the "hero" is a pretty unpleasant piece of work. His exploration into the rather wierd events of his adolescence are set against the backdrop of the great storm of 1987. I guess this must be a symbolic sub-plot or something (I'll leave that to the Eng Lit guys to categorize). His childhood included growing up in a tightly repressed family in a tightly repressed street in what appears to be a tightly repressed Rochester in the late 60s / early 70s. This repression takes its toll on Giles. He rebels in small ways. The disapperance of his neighbour / girlfriend / partner in rebellion leads to him be suspected of comlicity. He knows a little about her disapperance, and the repression of this information has a profound effect on his psyche. It certainly helps turn him into a rather nasty adult. Anyway, the novel deals with his attempts to solve the mystery of the disappearance almost as a cathartic cure for his adult problems. Dark stuff.