It's not a very long book, and it's quite similar content-wise to Prometheus Unbound or Paradise Lost in that it's about fighting against God, in a more or less literal sense. Prose-wise, of course, it has little in common with the other two - this is one of the Ur-texts of surrealism, and by far one of the best.

I always have trouble with surrealist writing, typically it's a chore to get through and often there's a pseudo intellectual self-aggrandizing undercurrent present; I love Mallarmé and now Lautréamont, but can't stand the thinly veiled navel-gazing so terribly apparent in Breton and also Apollinaire. So it's generally late surrealism have a problem with; I think much like cubism (also a movement populated largely by incorrigible narcissists), it got too enamoured with itself and stopped separating the chaff from the corn and poisoned the whole supply in the process.

Be that as it may, for anyone who's wanted to try and dip their toes into the weird and wonderful world of French surrealism, I think this book is the perfect place to start - and maybe even stop!