I like Robert Rankin. I have read all his books. Some are better than others, but most are pretty good.
I think the title of this book put me off. However, the Da-da-de-da-da in the title doesn't refer to a stutterer trying to say "da Vinci", or anything so blatant. Instead it refers to a snatch of a rhythm. Think along the lines of Waltzing Matilda da da de da da and you will get what I mean.
To be honest, I could type anything here and it wouldn't really give the plot away. You could take a middle chapter out of this book and plonk it into the middle of A Dog Called Demolition, or Sprout Mask Replica (to name but a few) and I don't think you would notice the difference.
Quick summary: its in modern times, based in London, none of the Brentford mob are in it, nor Rune. Weird stuff happens. Elvis makes a brief appearance and Baz gets a mention, but nothing more (we want more Baz!)
But, yet again, in the last few pages of the book, it all gets wrapped up. At times I was quite frustrated reading this book. It was going round and round in circles and I was ready to move on with the story but it just wouldn't budge.
But, at the end, I have to say, good job done. I think I will read it again to fill in the holes, and get some of the subtler jokes I missed the first time round. It was a neat ending which left me feelng "Aw, I wanted that to go on." Can't say fairer than that.
Incidently, the hardback version comes with a CD and it is worth getting a copy for the CD alone. There is some very strange stuff on it (surprise surprise) but hearing Rankin singing the Apocalypse Blues is not to be missed. Thank God we have in Rankin an author who is as weird as his image portrays. I'm fed up with getting into an author only to hear them being interviewed or whatever and thinking "Blimey, what a dork." (Terry Pratchet fans will know what I am talking about, arf! arf!) Rankin's blues are not to be missed.