A review by wmhenrymorris
Viriconium by M. John Harrison

Whether or not you appreciate this fever dream, where everything is encrusted and dissolute and dismal and confused and falling apart, pretty much comes down to your tolerance for Jack Vance/Peake/Moorcock-style use of language -- the archaic words, the repetition of images, characters, colors and other adjectives. Perhaps it's more than a soporific attempt at grad school fantasy. There were parts I really liked. And it is interesting to see where China Miéville stole his chops. Okay, not that interesting. Basically if you like any of the authors mentioned above, go for it. If not, you might want to give it a pass.