(sound of howling husky)

I read more than one book in April, but I think I only have a full review in me of Francis Spufford's Nonesuch, the first half of an urban fantasy duology set in WWII England during the Blitz. I like and admire Spufford's prose a great deal and am always hoping that his next book will be the book that I find fully realized in its invariably complex project; unfortunately, if I were to graph the trajectory of my reactions to his writing across time-of-publication, it would look like... um, honestly, a steadily downward trend for "percentage of thematic and dramatic intention actually executed on," although a more seasick up and down for "how much my personal shit X title was," with spikes for Golden Hill and Cahokia Jazz and a mighty trough on Light Perpetual.

( cut for premise/rising action spoilers + much reluctantly compelled griping )