Literal trash. Less than trash. If it wasn't the Kindle version I would have thrown it away, burned it or let my rabbit shred it. Possibly the worst thing I've ever or will ever read.
If I ever met a genie in a magic lamp who gave me three wishes, one of said wishes would be to undo having read Perdido Street Station.
What? How does one become terrified of a book? The only thing I was terrified of was Mieville's thesaurus.
Ok, I won't argue with you wether or not Perdido Street Station is a good or bad book. I liked it but tastes are different. And I have to admitt that Mievilles writing is not a nice and easy read. What I don't get is why you read through it if you disliked it that much? I had a discussion with a friend about this. She was reading Moby Dick and hated it with all her passion (if rightfully so I couldn't say, not having read it myself). I kept asking her why on earth she would keep reading, if she thought it to be so bad, and she would always answere that she could not not finish a book, once started.
I always thought this kind of behavior rather stupid. Why should I waste my free time with something that does not give me any pleasure whatsoever. I mean I think even now there is no chance that I will ever read all the books that I'm going to like, hell if bother with stuff I hate. Then again I don't think that I came across a book that I wanted erased from my memory. Even the one's I did not like taught me something or another.
Edit: When I talk about pleasure from reading I don't mean that a book has to be neccesarly entertaining. Just that I can take something from it.