I may have read this a long time ago. Or maybe I am imagining it. I've loved Alan Garner's books since I was a kid so it makes sense that at some point I might have tracked this down and read it. But the book is all about how unreliable reality is, so is it just my head messing with me? Maybe. The people here are not very nice and I am happy pretending that if he wrote it now there might be a more pleasant section of the book. But that is just dreaming, as we all are, dreaming this world into being every day. Ignoring the lives after lives after lives that have come before us and may come after. Alan Garner walks through them all and the weight tells upon his stories.