For all its dystopian leanings (set in a world torn apart by earthquakes and buried ankle-deep in volcanic ash, where the streets are policed by remote-controlled 'trigs' and the populace seek escape in virtually real other worlds), this book is more fantasy than sci-fi, and there are way too many warlords,wolves and magic spells for my liking.
It's very long, confused, repetitive and badly-paced, with tedious passages where not much happens interspersed with brief, muddled, action sequences; several times I had to re-read chapters to try and make sense of them. And when you finally discover the true nature of the Cathar game-world, and learn who is responsible for the deaths of the Far Warriors, the 'explanation' is little more than gibberish.
Levy has been frequently and unjustly compared to Philip K Dick, and the plot of Reckless Sleep owes something to Dick's masterpiece, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, where off-world colonists seek refuge from their harsh living conditions in the virtual suburbia of their Perky Pat layouts. But don't be fooled; on the basis of this novel (apparently his first), Levy has none of Dick's imagination, humour, compassion or literary skill. Maybe his subsequent work is better. The trouble is, Reckless Sleep is such utter twaddle that you probably won't be tempted to find out.