I’ll be honest: it’s been a bad week for reading books for me. Although I’ve spent a few days rereading Norman Spinrad’s intensely insane The Iron Dream (which is written as if it was a lurid and somewhat alarming 1950s American novel written by longtime artist and pulp SF novelist Adolph Hitler*). It’s an interesting book on the meta-narrative level, and I plan to do a critique of Spinrad’s message once I’ve finished with the intensely lurid prose – but Book of the Week it ain’t.
*In that timeline, he emigrated. As I said: intensely insane.