A novel that articulates its own deeply odd but strangely coherent theology, and featuring long, disturbing, moving retelling of Bible stories from unexpected perspectives.  It is more or less about angels.  Then there is an odd and seemingly unrelated "Coda" first person narrative, and you finish and think "what on Earth was that last bit stuck on the end for, I don't get it" and THEN, if you're me, you're all like "OMG, that character is who wrote the rest of the book," which kind of blows your mind.  And then you write this inarticulate little blurb, and wish you could write like Karl Ove Knausgaard.