I read this when it came out as a long time Ballard fan. It fleshed out a little more about his life I didn’t know, but becomes a weird read for the final third where the focus is on the co-author dying and the author switches to his wife, an originally unintended co-author. They certainly had a story of their own to tell, but it felt rather odd.
I’m okay with that. I’ve been a huge fan of Ballard and Priest for years, and got into Nina Allan’s work more recently and this book was a brilliant but heartbreaking read.