I have just finished reading China Miéville’s Railsea again, and oh! It’s as good as the first run through. No, better. I still find the closing scenes with the inbred mutant train corporation board sits a little oddly after the wild fantasies of the preceding pages, and the one line that I thought was awkward last time made me smile with its awkwardness this time (briefcase handles), but … this is a beautiful work. I seldom re-read so soon after the first ingestion, and to be honest, I could easily begin it immediately again.
To say it’s second only to Feersum Endjinn on my list of all-time favourites, books to take to glaciated boreal island should give an idea of how much I loved this book. Really, nothing else stands a chance of being book of the year.