Ballard takes a murder story on the Costa del Sol and turns it into a surreal nightmare. This is not one of Ballard's famed science fiction exploits, but any fan of his would enjoy this book. His language is inimitable and his characters evoke a
strange otherworldliness, reminiscent of his great works like Vermillion Sands, The Drowned World, Concrete Island, and The Terminal Beach, among others.
Along with the superior and semi-autobiographical Empire Of The Sun, this is one of his straight stories. Or about as straight as Ballard gets.