Have you ever met someone and thought they were on your wavelength and then really gone off them? And then of course you must swallow the perfectly-natural-but-guilt-inducing hatred you feel for them for duping you and delicately shrug them off via the phasing method. This book is like that. Kind of. Stretched metaphor acknowledged.
It is about a young man, Joe, whose father was a gangster in London. Joe tries to forge his own, legitimate way as a clockmaker but is dragged into a bizarre tangle of theft, espionage, murder and clockwork weapons of mass destruction.
I loved the first 50 pages or so but the the plot just got too confused and ridiculous. And long.
The writing is very good and there are some great characters in this odd novel but somehow it all become very boring. It is a great shame because there are some very funny, very touching and very unusual moments in this book and it could have been brilliant. It wasn't.
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