I loved this book. I was moved to review it after reading the other review (sorry, whoever!), who just didn't "get" it. But my thought is that it is 2003, years after Ulysses, Jackson Pollock and the Rite of Spring; surely the Twentieth Century had enough in it to make "not getting" something an absolute cop-out? I'm not sure I got all of it, but I got enough for it to be vastly enjoyable.
The timeframe moves continually; often you don't always know quite where you are in time or place; but if you keep going, there is enough repetition of circumstance to fix (however approximately) time and place. There are enough characters with 1-dimensional needs and urges to fix them easily enough as types. The baddies have STDs; the goodies have love. Not that difficult, really. If you "get" Carry On films, you should get this book. You have to go with charcters being inserted in Vanity Fair, and Thackeray turning up to complain, for instance, a dislocation that Spike Milligan would have been proud of. Throw in some good healthy Fat-Cat bashing, and some excellent sneering at Politicians (always good fun), and you get some idea of the sense of the book. If you hanker after a linear narrative, and always holding the threads, forget it. Who needs threads?
Anyway, it is always good to be reminded in an intelligent and realistic way of how badly we treat animals and nature. It won't do any good, of course, but hopefully anyone reading the baddies in this and seeing themselves will feel a bit rough, even for a short time.
If you haven't, read it. Its only eight quid!