My review of Ian R. MacLeod's Song of Time has just been posted at Strange Horizons. Seriously, though, I pick nits with that book. Musical nits, French nits, defition-of-resolutely nits. I was in some nit-afflicted place when I wrote that review, like the guy in the first paragraph of Dick's Scanner Darkly. You may hope for more than this from a review. If so I direct your attention to Martin Lewis's excellent review of Dead Set at the same venue, which is rather better.