This is a rather weird book, with an imaginative, and odd, language: Meißner seems imitate both James Joyce and Quentin Tarantino. The obscene plot is convoluted and complicated. I am left with the impression of not having understood it at all. It is a book that demands more than one read.
Oh, and the cover illustration has nothing to do with the book whatsoever.
My find of the year. Absolute experimental masterpiece. Deserves to be much more widely read. The author now writes big Fantasy sellers, so perhaps some of his readers will find their way to his debut.