I finished Dan Simmons’ Song of Kali today. I tend not to be much of a fiction reader, though once I find an author I like I read everything they’ve written: Terry Pratchett and Alan Furst are a few dollars richer thanks to this habit.

Song of Kali is as brilliant and disturbing a novel as I’ve read in a long time. It’s the sort of book that you look up from every few pages just to make sure that the normal world still exists– unless you live in a slum in a Calcutta and are part of a cult that practices human sacrifice, in which case it’ll be pretty ho-hum.