It's hardly fair to call EY Egan's 'biggest fan', but this is nonetheless amusing. The actual disrecommendation for the book was a little hard to find buried in all the clever analysis:

the novel never delivers the emotional impact that it promises. Ned Beauman in SFX calls it a “tepid meditation on fatherhood and Middle Eastern democracy,” which is a fair summary. Egan’s characterisation is simply not good enough to support the story he wants to tell.