This is less Mieville-ian weird and more just strange. Not in a bad way ... reading this was like being caught in one of those unsettling dreams that isn't quite a nightmare, but you feel unsettled and apprehensive anyway. There's a quiet malevolence, hints of some kind of dystopian or post-war society around the fringes of the story, and Mieville's wonderful mastery of language, but the book overall still left me wanting more. 
 I appreciate an author leaving room for interpretation, but I adore Mieville's written worlds. I'll go wherever he takes me. This time, I felt like I was left out in the cold. Between reading this and Three Moments of an Explosion almost back-to-back, I'm now officially convinced that I prefer Mieville's full length novels to his shorter works. 
 Can't wait for The Last Days of New Paris! 
 2016 Reading Challenge: a book released this year