Still, I remembered all the scenes in the book quite well even if last night’s dinner takes a moment to recall. Now, I am much older, and the slippage of time in the city along with the constant low cloud cover, smoke, and fog seems symbolic of my own fading short term memory that makes events seem disjointed, difficult to put in the proper order, and separated by darkness. Kid, the hero, was a persona that I could imagine inhabiting while trying to adjust to my own life in the 70s. I read a lot of sci-fi and knew this was bound to become a classic. My hair was longer then and I had reluctantly served my time in the army so I recognized some of the characters. As a young man, the sex scenes, and there are a lot of them, were highlights. I’ve read this before, and each time it is a different experience.
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