I'm a big fan of Sansom's very fine and sometimes splenetic little reviews in the Guardian, and so was expecting something both substantial and readable in the novel. I was discomforted by the book's cover (what is it? a tabletop?) and confused by the preface (what is he trying to do here?), but delighted by the novel itself, which is hilariously funny and very, very dark. Cleverly constructed, like a ring road itself. The book also has an index, which made me laugh out loud. I read a lot of contemporary fiction, and for me this book is comparable to the likes of Alasdair Gray and Philip Roth in American Pastoral. If you like The Office, you'll probably enjoy this: it'd make a great tv series, which is not something you can say about most serious fiction. More like Dickens than Dave Eggers, actually.