Perdido Street Station - picking it up, I thought it might be a good read (the map near the start suggested a fictional world worth exploring - a good sign).
I was disappointed. It is not a brilliant book, not even a good book. Don't get me wrong: it wasn't crap, but it just wasn't a dazzler. It left me feeling dis-satisfied. I felt that (oh, there's the 'that' word again) I could take the book away and re-write it myself, producing something better . . . and that isn't a good sign. When I read a book, I want to be wowwed, I want something I can't do. I can't juggle: if I see a juggler juggling three, or four, or more, objects at the same time, then I will be impressed. If I see someone juggling with only two objects, then I won't be impressed - after all, I can do that as well, so why be impressed (if this makes sense?).
No, China Miéville is one of those writers around whom there is undeserved hype. An English Literature degree he may well have, appearances presenting BBC Radio 3's Nightwaves he may well have, but real talent . . . ? Perhaps in the future.