At first _The Lost Ones_ seems like a joke, a whimsical world described in the driest of language. Only slowely do we realize that the hellish details, the turmult and the cycles hide a slower and more hellish process, the loss of hope and a gradual decline.
Quite a place to find ones self. The greyness of the tube is overpowering the climbing of ladders unrelenting. The bleak otherworld is so horrible I still feel affected by the book years after reading it. A stunning work and not referred to very often, which is surprising, considering it can be read very swiftly.