Oceane likes to travel but never goes out. She brings the world into her home via satellite, the Internet and passing foreigners. Tibor Fischers novel is about what can be known, what evil looks like, why ketchup is important and how Lambeth Council was rated one of the worst. Reality constantly bumps up against virtual reality, as the novel pans around the globe from Brixton to the holiday island of Chuuk by way of Barcelona, the Balkans and the Humber Estuary, introducing a fantastical cast of irresistible characters and their stories - from sad whores and pseudo-travel agents in Lambeth to perfectly formed sexworkers and wetwork specialists in the Club Babylon, a Spanish tower of Babel where our heroine used to work and bizarre deaths kept occurring; and from a scrupulously devious debt collector to mercenaries and other hard men in former Yugoslavia. Theres a brilliant twist that jolts the whole novel into perspective, when Oceane starts getting letters from a friend whos been dead for 15 years, and is drawn into a mystery whose answer might, or might not, be found as far away as Micronesia. Voyage to the End of the Room should come with a health warning (This book could seriously mess with your mind) - and it may very well be addictive.