SPOILER WARNING: Extensive spoilers for XX.

XX was recommended by one of the comments on my Sci-Fi micro-reviews, so I read it. I can't seem to find any critical reviews of the book online so I'm going to while away a few hours of my life in a misguided attempt to reveal that the emperor has no clothes.

Typography

First let's dispense with XX's most distinguishing feature, then we'll get down to brass tacks. Rian Hughes plays around a huge amount with typography and tries to push the edges of text as a medium. This is an interesting quirk, and is sometimes appreciated, but sometimes makes the novel actively hostile to the reader. Reading through twenty pages of this quickly gets tiring: