Moon Over Brendle by Jeff Noon
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a comfortable and nostalgic tale that serves as a fascinating quasi-autobiography. Part fantasy, all tribute to SF, the imagination, and wonder.

It takes us back to 1968 when pulp fiction was pulp fiction dreaming about being something so much more, and alongside that, an 11 year old boy embodying it. The dust that so few people could see could be a magical element or imagination itself, and that's where we, the reader need to be.

It's absolutely a Jeff Noon book. Not nearly as weird as his other works, but still firmly wondrous.

I got a lot out of it. But then, the old classics are books I appreciate a lot. The nostalgia, even for works well before my own time, is real.

I'm very happy with this work.

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