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Satantango is a truly strange, unsettling and powerful novel. Narrated in a dense, inscrutable style, the writing is beautiful and evocative, expressing a bleak desperation in which the filth and odour are palpable. The narrative style and structure are entirely disorienting. The novel constantly shifts perspectives; its hidden intentions seeming to signify something sinister lurking beneath the surface. There is a biblical quality to the writing, which suggests an allegory, but an allegory of what? Are the connotations religious, political, or sociological? All these and more are available to the reader: the novel retains its ambiguity to the end.