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A hard book to recommend or to explain what, if anything happens over the course of 801 pages. But it was a fantastic, brutal, visceral, and disorienting read. I gave five stars, it was written in the 70's and all the post apocalyptic, punk, bizarro, etc., sci-fi that I've read before owes this book so so much. It is hard to even call it sci-fi. It seems something like stream of unstable consciousness magical realism, but that doesn't quite do it...
Highlights
euphuistic
What you look like you’re doing and what you feel like you’re doing are disparate enough to mute any mouth that might attempt description!
“You really are almost as weird as people keep trying to make us think you are.
Ah, well, during the Middle Ages, religion was often able to redeem art. Today, however, art is about the only thing that can redeem religion, and the clerics will never forgive us that.”
Kid looked up and let the title of his book embed that part of his consciousness reserved for reality, while he expunged it from the part called dream.
A prolific critic of necessity must say many absurd things. The test is, once a body of articles has passed your eye, whether the intelligence and acumen is more memorable than the absurdity.
was reassuring to be judged by appearances, when the judge was both accurate and friendly.
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