by Lawrence Miles is an excellent example of a book with an unreliable narrator. Ostensibly Christine Summerfield is writing a journal of her experiences in the last days of the Earth (before it was destroyed on Oct 12th 1970), and like any amateur effort, she skips about the timeline of events, and retells bits, and goes off on tangents, and the book twists and turns, and when it finally punches you in the stomach it's from an angle you weren't expecting but which was there all along.
Actually, there's a similar trait in his earlier Down
, too, although used to a slightly different purpose, and it's a more flawed novel, TBH. Still pretty good, though.
Miles' most recent novel, This Town Will Never Let Us Go
, also plays with an unreliable narrator, though this time it's less that the narrator is unreliable as that the narrator has their own bias on events while telling a third-person narrative. It's a kind of impersonal unreliable narrator, I suppose; you get all the facts, but you also sometimes get rival theories of what's going on, and you're left with an open question of what's real and what isn't. You also get frequent doses of the narrator's opinion on things. It's certainly a really different book, anyway, and actually a really excellent example of (dare I say it) Science Fantasy. And not in the "laser-swords and space wizards" sense. At all. This is "fantasy" in that it's about our symbols rather than our tools. So, yeah. It's an excellent book. Go buy it. And Dead Romance
, actually. Because they're both brilliant, albeit in different ways.