I’ve been struggling to review this because it was much more experimental and atmospheric than I was expecting, and I can’t tell if my dissatisfaction stems from inaccurate expectations or problems with the genre or just not liking this book. I will say that this was hardly “autumnal,” as I had hoped (most of it takes place after the Brexit referendum (ie. June)) and then skips to November at the end while never actually dwelling on autumn. I grew to like

Daniel’s near-death dreams once I put together that they were about the old man in the story,

but jumping in that way was tricky. I think (I fear!) I could’ve done without having read this book.