I will confess I forced myself to give this 2 stars instead of 1, for whilst I find it to be indelible self-important twaddle, I can see that Moorcock (an author I have never read but really would like to) has an intensely radiating imagination and a wonderful writing style. Sadly, this quasi-autobiography mushed up with sci-fi oddness is too much Ulysses and not quite enough War of the Worlds. Full review to follow.