5 of 5 stars

A little Franz Kafka, a little Joseph Heller and just pure Barry Malzberg genius.

That this was written in 1971 is amazing. To have read it then as moon shots were becoming “boring”. Psychedelic! Malzberg’s writing about how people don’t really believe what they see on TV but want to know how the “story” ends, was great commentary of the day and scarily prescient of 21st century TV programming. Written in 1971, spot on for 2020.