From the Telegraph:

"One American reviewer wrote of [Beryl Bainbridge]: 'The highest compliment I can pay Beryl Bainbridge is an admission that I’ve been reading her books for almost 30 years and still don’t quite know what to make of them. Her novels may be uniformly spare, but they’re hardly tight; each one seems as weirdly elastic as the whole slippery oeuvre.'”

I feel that way, too. But I also feel that way about quite a few other fine writers, such as John Banville, Thomas Berger, Michel Tournier, and J. G. Ballard. Maybe it's a hallmark of truly original fiction.