The book starts with the author describing the fact that you don't need to know William Blake or his work to read this book. Respectfully, I disagree, I have a passing familiarity with William Blake from several classes I've taken, but overall I think there was something lacking that was supposed to be filled in by the reader's knowledge of William Blake works. After I got about halfway through this book I started skim reading and found the experience much more enjoyable. The gratuitous explanations of sex and sexuality the way women's bodies were discussed was something I was extremely turned off by. The mystery would have been much more compelling had the book been significantly shorter. In the end the reveal was kind of lackluster as to who killed him, and the references to metaphysics and the like were entirely lost on me. It's clear this was the author's passion project and something he cared a lot about, but it would have done much better with a more attentive editor at the least.