I read this in the 70's while in college, and remember being irritated by it. It is still irritating 45 years later. The parts that I completely forgot or misremembered entirely or reconstructed into an alternative narrative sketch a parallel wasteland to Bellona. Did I really read it before, or did I turn pages in a trance? What does it mean when a book leaves a hallucination of itself behind? Or is that all that a book can ever leave behind?