A vast, hugely ambitious novel aiming at nothing less than the unification of the myth systems of Europe and the Americas. Time, as we typically think of it, is meaningless in Terra Nostra. Layer upon layer of history, image, symbol, and allusion make the experience of reading the book more like losing oneself in a complex painting. The eye barely knows where to fall next, and this makes it delightful and fascinating for readers who crave difficult, astonishing books. It's also one of the most delightfully anti-Christian books I've ever read, which is just a wonderful added bonus. ( )

This book is on the same lines as "One Hundred Years of Solitude," though I don't find it as lyrical. Perhaps this needs to be reread several times. ( )

A huge, difficult (possibly due to its translation) novel that rises to the level of literature. Well worth the effort of hefting it. ( )