The Last Days of New Paris

This is a little opaque unless you're REALLY hardcore about surrealist art, but being a Miéville book, it's not like it's bad or anything. I think it suffers from being what it is, which is to say, an attempt to cram as many art references as possible into a story and have it still resemble some kind of coherent(?) narrative. A fairly typical Miéville stunt, actually, building a whole world around one basic conceit – just not one especially meaningful to me. I'm very sure that this has its audience, and for their sakes I am glad it exists.