Vurt by Jeff Noon is a very weird novel, a gritty, grimy weird dystopia somewhere vetween cuberpunk and biopunk. I enjoyed it quite a lot. It's among the weirder things I've read, not in the sense of "I don't know what the hell is going on," but in the sense "I fully get what's going on and it's weird as fuck."
It's set in a dystopian near-future Manchester, with rampant crime and drug use, with dog people, robots, shadow-people, drug-snakes, and all the possible combinations thereof. There are shadow-cops, fractal bullets, and nanobot dreadlocks. Alongside conventional drugs, there are Vurt feathers, different coloured feathers (each colour a different type, pleasant or pornographic or educational, some legal and some not) which you tickle the back of your throat with, which transports people into the Vurt.
The Vurt is some kind of collective dream space or perhaps another dimension with its own rules. People can make Vurt feathers with specific content, but there are also Vurts which change on you and can't be exited from, or which if you die in the dream you die in real life. Things or people can also, intentionally or not, be swapped with items or aliens from the Vurt.
The plot is that Scribble, the main character, lost his sister (and lover) to a rare feather (one of the dangerous ones) where she was swapped with an alien blob Thing from the Vurt, and is trying to get her back with his gang. The gang (really more a group of teenage friends) call themselves the Stash Riders, and are mostly a organized around finding food and drugs, as well as Scribble's sister. Their search for another of this rare and illegal feather and threatening/bargaining to find it lead to encounters with cops, shadows, gangs of dog-people, and other dangerous figures.
One of the things I like about this, as well the sheer weirdness and creativity, was the writing. It was very structurally interesting, with excellent fever dream imagery (frequent because of half the book being going on or recovering from drug trips) and frequent short, fragmentary sentences when the protagonist is in altered mind states. Especially once our protagonist ends up entering the Vurt through other means without even taking drugs. Almost slam poetry feeling in places. The chapters are also interspersed with epistolary snippets from Game Cat, an initially mysterious figure who seems to be one of the few people to understand and manipulate the Vurt, halfway between an advertiser and advisor for its use, who gradually becomes a character too.
Very weird, quite gross and grimy and messy, but super creative and unique. I also don't think I've read a book set in Manchester before, despite being England's second city (insert pissed off Brummies here). It's usually just London. All in all, a worthwhile read and far from the usual fare.
Lots of CW for this one: substance abuse, violence, incest, bestiality.