The Booklist review says:
Sf is often set elsewhere than in its writer’s homeland and time, so the fact that stories in this Turkish newcomer’s first collection play out in Stalinist Siberia, ancient Persia, and Puerto Rico in 1493 and 1974 isn’t surprising. Nor, given the phenomenal spread of H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos, is the title story’s invocation of the Necronomicon, the unholy bible of Lovecraft’s universe. What’s impressive about these entirely this-world, mostly this-time tales is their mainstream feel, more like Bradbury’s and Vonnegut’s mid-twentieth-century work than most current sf hands essay. Every one of them could have run in the same venues (Esquire, Saturday Evening Post, etc.) and been adapted comfortably for Alfred Hitchcock Presents, let alone The Twilight Zone. Sound old hat? They are, thematically, being mostly drily paranoiac alien-invasion and apocalypse-mongering affairs, some of which employ pulpmeister Jim Thompson’s jape of killing the narrator at the end (in the postapocalyptic “The Last Battle,” a page before the end). Despite idiomatic glitches in the translation (e.g., “a large applause” rather than “a big hand”), excellent, intelligent entertainment.
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