I was reading the Sarantine Mosaic for a paper I'm going to be giving in Uppsala. I have mostly positive feelings about Kay: I have a very vague recall of The Lions of Al-Rassan and rather enjoyed the Fionavar tapestry until it got all tangled in Arthurian stuff. (I think Ysabel may be his best book of the ones I've read, though.) This is... well, it's a hell of an achievement, to engage that deeply in a dialogue about memory and permanence, art and meaning, loss and love.

I'm not sure the second book is entirely successful, but then. It's ambitious.