wood s lot pointed to this review of Moorcock’s newly-reissued tetralogy that I tried to read several months ago, hailed as a seminal fount of postmodern and cyberpunk sensibility. I was excited, not being a fan of Moorcock’s sword-and-sorcery fantasies but finding the sprawling intricate Mother London a delectable and rewarding read some years ago. Disappointingly, I found the Cornelius novels horribly written and uninteresting to the point of unreadability. This reviewer essentially agrees: “Jerry Cornelius, the protagonist of the quartet of novels that comprise this collection (and others besides), is a perfectly uninteresting antihero, a virtual cipher of a character, and his adventures are prolonged studies in existential action: He is an inconsequential character (despite what he might believe), enacting inconsequential quests, invariably returning his world to a stability that he himself removed it from.” Significant, perhaps, but completely unenjoyable. PopMatters