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I've just read a few chapters - it definitely reminds me of Chabon so far. The 'strange' isn't so in your face. It's a bit more insidious but it makes you almost want to scream "AHH!! What's going on?! What's that you're talking about?!"
I think there is a very peculiar aspect to Perdido Street Station and it's not for everyone. It is easily one of the strangest bits of fantasy I've ever read, and I really did love it. For me it was nice because I don't read much fantasy anymore, I just don't enjoy most of (and to be fair, I never did. I read a lot of fantasy, but I was always very picky) and the stuff I like tends to be parts of massive series that I just don't have the patience for anymore (George R.R. Martin, for instance.) Perdido really set my sense of 'wonder' towards fiction back in place.
At the time it came out I was still designing video games and the world we were working on was so similar to the bizzare, wonderful and dark world he painted that it was absolutely uncanny.
But, it isn't for everyone. For instance... I hear Flannery O'Conner is great. The ideas of her stories sound great to me. But I cannot, for the life of me, read her work. I just can't.
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