This is a book to luxuriate in and enjoy the wry and at times gothically overblown but consistent take on an imagined world. In potential, it is Gormenghast with sly jokes and magic. I find it a little hard to believe that this is actually a translation, since the humour is often particular to the English language or idiom, and, blink, you'll miss it. At first, after a briefly engaging start, I found the book annoying and unsatisfactory and tossed it in a corner. But, it haunted and had to be surreptitiously retrieved. Accustomed as we all may be to functional showering, this book is the equivalent of a luxuriant bath. Once on the wavelength, and accustomed to the pace (akin to riding a nodding donkey wearing turkish slippers with bells on), all is forgiven. And I thank the writer for making the effort to write this book. It is a treat to the jaded palate, but also an aquired taste, like olives, or Russian Rabbit Pie.