This book reminds me of other scifi/fantasy I have read from the late 60s/early 70s in that it seems a mushroom induced trip through the insane imagination of the author, who is trying to outdo his contemporaries and throw off the staid formula of the authors from the 1950s.

I mean, I applaud super creative fiction. I have no problem with that. But trippiness has a limit. I think it might be the first person narrative structure, where the character just happens to reveal more of his knowledge at the right time, ratcheting up the craziness... it makes it hard to connect with the reader.

The book ends at the beginning of a longer journey. Not sure if I will pick up the next one. I kinda want to know more, but...