I can only imagine what Farmer was intending when he wrote this. It appeared in Harlan Ellison’s Dangerous Visions, and I envision Ellison asking Farmer for a story, Farmer agreeing, and then trying to be ‘dangerous’ by emulating Hunter S. Thompson and Jack Kerouac. Or being on a lot of drugs. Or both.
I can’t imagine what the Nebula (nominated) and Hugo (won) voters were thinking. I found this essentially unreadable. If you really try, you can get a general sense that it’s about an artist trying to win a government grant. But there’s no reason to try. I did, and I’d like to save you the effort. Don’t read this.
I received a free copy of this
book in exchange for an honest review.