My rating: 5 of 5 stars
One of my favorite Powers books, and that’s saying something, this ranks up there with THE ANUBIS GATES and LAST CALL in the pantheon of greatness.
Again, it’s a simple enough idea — what if the muses of the great Romantic poets were actual supernatural beings, a kind of psychic vampire? From that Powers imagination takes flight and we get Nephilim, Byron, Shelley, Keats and all manner of innocent bystanders pulled under the influence of ancient creatures, Lamia, trying to find a foothold again in the world.
As ever with Powers the language is lyrical, the imagery is staggeringly well conceived and the characters meticulously drawn. There are majestic supernatural set pieces high in the Alps and in the narrow canals and palaces of Venice, musings on the nature of reality, and tying it all together a fractured love story that starts, and ends, in an English pub garden.
It’s such a beautifully put together novel. I’m in envy of the man’s talent.