I have just completed a novel of approaching 900 pages that I wished never to end. It is quite magnificent, so much so that it feels like an impertinence to offer even the most lavish praise. I'm sure that it is not only in the heat of the moment that I'd claim for it a quite remarkable power - a power to change and enhance sensibility that I can't easily find a rival to match. By turn it is intelligent, perceptive, stomach-churning, delicate, richly funny (I, too, like another reviewer found myself laughing out loud) and throughout infused with the most generous love of humanity with all its weaknesses and follies. It has a cast of sharply realised individuals with whom even amongst the most degenerate, with perhaps one exception, we can find windows into aspects of ourselves. Without doubt the best novel I have read for many a long year, indeed since "Blood Meridian" and "The Border Trilogy". A parallel study would be fascinating but not something I propose to embark on here! I have yet to see the film, but the casting sounds inspired. Blurbs deal so often in trite superlatives for the mediocre at best so it is difficult to register the full impact of something so very special. I realise I have said nothing of its contents. It seems to me too great to be pigeon-holed into a genre. The setting is vital but there is scarcely anything that does not transcend the shifting locale, richly evoked as it is. A few inadequate words that I yet hope may encourage others to read this tremendous book.