The Pastel City
I just finished this work, part of the Viriconium collection by M.
John Harrison. Anne Redpath’s “Houses near
Las Palmas” may metaschematize it for a certain type of reader:
The mood is inescapably nouvelle vague Dying Earth. (Gaiman notices this in the introduction. And a wearier Moorcock also.) Or pehaps Roger Ferri’s “Pedestrian City” works better:
It’s hard to say. But I’m looking forward to A Storm of Wings and the other books, which apparently diverge.