8.5/10
A lyrical tale for our times holding some of the consequences of rampant consumerism and industrialisation up to our gaze. The main setting is a vast rubbish tip on an island where the disadvantaged and disenfranchised compete for scraps. People become disposable like the trash they scavenge through. Sad but also wistful and somehow beautiful in its descriptions. The mysticism the young boys discover are reminiscent of Murakami as the supernatural is never explained lest this destroys its magic. The terrible conditions had some echoes of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle. Overall, quite different and unexpected and lovely to read.
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