Once you are a successful author you can publish any kind of crap and people will call it brilliant.
I'm looking at you, Neil Gaiman.
What a pathetic sorry excuse for a novel
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is.
I suspect some of the people calling is fabulous and awesome are doing so because they dare not called out the emperor's nakedness.
This book was written by the man who wrote
Anansi Boys?
You could say that despite being called an "adult" book, it's along the same lines of Coraline or The Graveyard Book, but it isn't. Both of those were original, had a plot, and didn't attempt to hide the fact that there was no plot behind obfuscation and the old trick of just not saying, implying that the reader should just understand and get the deeper meaning, when... there is no fucking deeper meaning. It's a very standard story, totally predictable with pretty much all the elements you'd expect once you realise he was mining various bits of myth from here and there, cobbling them together in an attempt to make a story.
Yech. I am not impressed. Far from it. Do not recommend. It's too boring for kids, and too lightweight and stupidly obscured for adults.