A review by steeluloid
Barefoot in the Head by Brian W. Aldiss

1.0

A third of the way in I was wanting to rip the pages from this book and throw it in the trash.
Two thirds of the way in I was fantasizing about burning it in the hearth and uploading the video to Youtube.

This book is out of print, and not available digitally, which means I might make it my mission to buy and destroy every remaining copy.

This is the work of a madman, madam. I'm mad. and a man. and Tarmacadamantium. adam rantium. ranting. panting. A dam waste of my Pentium. I'm adamant at that (Its not bloody difficult, Brain).

Can I say it's unintelligible drivel? Only in the same way that I could say that about the Times Crossword. Both are supposedly very clever, and I understand neither. Much like the news read by Stanley Unwin.

I started and abandoned this book in 1987. So I thought I'd give it another go.
Ah, the wisdom of youth. I was smarter at 18 than I am today; twenty summer evenings lost in this bottomless pit.

But I didn't let it beat me. I read it to the last and now it sits by my lavatory in case I ever run short of Andrex.