I am surprised by the general lack of support for this book among the reviews. The world created is deadpan, sparse, cold, threatening, strange - a bit like the Lake District on a cold March day, really.
From the first spillage of green paint, the reader is left waiting for something to happen - and whatever the something is, you know you're not going to like it.
But 'it' never comes - which is what makes this book so clever. How Magnus Mills manages to fill every sentance with nuances of threat or helplessness and manages to maintain the pace of an action thriller in a book without action is admirable.
Read it. It'll only take you two hours, but you won't forget it in a hurry..... you better not, because he wouldn't like that. He's got a temper on him, you know.