The sequel to Tokyo Year Zero, and apparently the middle volume of a planned ‘Tokyo
Trilogy’, though given the continued absence of a final volume it’s probably
better if we don’t hold our collective breath on that score.
A deceptively quick read, for all that this
is a book that could never be accused of wearing its pretensions lightly. Never
mind the quality, feel the research.
This was my first encounter with the
extensive works of Tanith Lee, and was a slightly contradictory experience.
There was a lot to like about the three slices of gothic horror in this slim
volume, but by many of the metrics I’d usually apply when deciding if a book’s ‘good’
or not it comes up short. Of course, this also begs the question as to how
reliable those metrics are.