I got the distinct impression whilst reading this book that Harrison would never knowingly use one word when he could think of 17. I rather suspect that he had recntly taken shares in a company who's major product was a thesaurus.
OK. I didn't like the book. I haven't liked a couple of others in the series, but this is the first that I really felt was poor. none of the characters come across as anything other than cardboard cutouts, and it is rather hard to care what, if anything, happens to any of them. In many ways, the shame is that they fail to all die 100 pages earlier.
There are good elements to the story. The actual plot, in it's summarised version, is quite interesting (shame that it has so little to do with the story, then - the last 20 pages or so are used to dispose of a plot for which he couldn't be bothered to think of a conclusion). The portrayal of a grimy, unpleasant world is, in places, quite evocative, and reminiscent of Bladerunner.
But his desire to show off his vocabulary, and to shoe-horn the story into set pieces where he can do so, heavily detracts from the novel. His characters are uninteresting, and Truck doesn't even work well as an anti-hero.
One of the quotes on the blurb on the back of the book reads "No one uses words like M. John Harrison." For this, I am extremely grateful.