Beaumont's debut is assured, compelling and elegant.
Anyone who has ever experienced the lifestyle, stresses and strangeness associated with nocturnal taxi-driving will easily empathise with the narrator, and Beaumont builds nicely on that initial sympathy to draw the reader into a macabre dreamscape where the hypnological and hallucinatory lock horns over the sanity of the exhausted, confused driver.
I read this in two sittings and it lingered for days - a slow-burner of a story, infused with memory, guilt, and dominated by the surreal, Bacon-esque threesome involving the tangled limbs of landscape, memory and relationships.
An excellent debut, and beautifully produced too.