Very much a book of its time (it's the seventies, man!) both in its style and morality, the obsession with sex and the sheer heartlessness and brutality.
Rhinehart makes a good job of picking apart the Dice-Man’s philosophy, showing it for what it really is (a breakdown). It's very much a period-piece and appears to have been written as an allegory of its Times, in fact, I’d say reading it as such is the only way to truly ‘get it’.
It’s an interesting read, best in the beginning and the end (the middle, it has to be said, flags badly). Quite graphic in its portrayal of rape, violence and murder - it's not for the faint-hearted.
