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Part Anthony Burgess, Aldous Huxley, Brian Aldiss, coupled with George Orwell. Imagine these four authors in bed together as result of some inanely insane orgiastic orchestration, with the gyrating melodies of a chemically induced cosmic conflagration overflowing into, occupying, and subsequently overpowering your mind's occipital lobe as you read this novel.

For the price of admission as you journey into this book, there's a minimum of a dozen (if not perhaps dozens more) "magic carpet rides" which both readers and the dramatis personae wanderinng through this story may subjectively and submersively find themselves wandering or otherwise meandering into.

Don 't squander all your 'joy juice;' fleeting fantasies of total control will both beguile & bewilder each & any reader of this book.

Alexi Panshin's first published book, as well as his initial foray into literary criticism in concern with fellow author Robert A. Heinlein.

With the publicatiion of this book, I realize after some forty years that I didn't think Dave Berry's columns were at all funny, even though the appeared in Sunday's PARADE newspaper 'zine, along with Weekly reserved space for such hilarity in the Denver Post and/or Rocky Mountain News, at least until RMN folded.

Both Dave Berry and David Sedaris write with both equal parts of alacrity and aplomb.

I like Bukowski. I like his blunt honesty. I like how he manages to give a damn and not give a damn at the same time. I like how easy it is, how natural it feels. It's very human poetry. It isn't posed or faked, it isn't trying to drown itself in pity, misery or self-loathing. There's a feeling of tender detachment in it. Like he's looking back on it.

An impeccable & incontrivertably inspiring biographical account of all that which the members of the Kennedy family both were & are, inseperably linked through all the turmoil, tragedy, and ultimate triumph of the American people.