A Man Of Shadows by Jeff Noon
I read a decent amount of Jeff Noon in the early to mid 1990s. I really loved his psychedelic science fiction in books like Vurt, Pollen and Nymphomation. They were creative, dreamlike and his writing almost lyrical (in fact, IIRC, one of his books was formatted like lyrics from an album lining and had an amazing rhythm to read).
I don’t know why, but I never thought about or sought out anything else from him after the late 90’s.
I found this new-ish book from him recently and had a great time. It’s still creative and dreamlike in many ways. It’s a private detective story set in a strange city which lives under a sky of lights, to the extent that it has eradicated night.
The story starts in like a regular enough detective murder thriller, but the stuff I liked most is about what does time mean in a place where there is no night. If there’s no midnight, or noon for that matter, does it matter how many hours are in a day? Or what an hour is?
People and corporations (of course) start creating and living on their own timelines, to the extent that there are so many, people are adjusting their watches to the building/company/neighborhood timeline multiple times a day. The effect on people’s minds and health was the stuff I found really interesting.