I am a fan of Fowler's Bryant and May books (although they are sometimes longer than need be), so thought this would entertain. But I gave up about halfway through. The first three chapters are confusing and like they are from different books. Then when you get to the part on the train things get weird, and not in a good way. Sort of like a Richard Matheson book written on one of his off-days. When I sort of dreaded picking it up again, I knew it was time to move on.
