Confoundingly difficult to peg down genre-wise, this book presents a unique challenge. The 9/11 angle mentioned in the blurb is oddly tangential. It is significant generally to the mood of London and its populace, but really immaterial to the plot. However, despite this, fabulous episodes of nail-bitingness arise out of what is otherwise a slice-of-life book. The story is centred around a man about whom one takes delight in hating but hates to admire. It's a complex character study that keeps the reader engaged from start to finish.
This is my first Iain Banks book, and I'm certain it won't be my last. His writing style is engaging, and the way he weaves the story together is truly masterful. I can't wait to explore more of his works and see what other literary treasures he has in store.