A foot caught, pulled free the leg fell back against his thigh - his thigh wet, warm, to the knee. Standing, he dragged the body back a step. “Naw.” He pulled at the arm, got a grip around the chest, which was all soft against him. You can haul him up.” He slipped the rope from under his arms, pulled it over his head, but left it around one shoulder he stepped forward on the oozy filth, stooped, and tugged a leg from where it had wedged between two blackened bumper plates. +++Finally Dragon Lady called down: “You still okay…?”
“Even if the quotidian surface sits on it a bit askew.” But here are three clues.ĭhalgren presents reality on the edge of perception, before we process it. Disclaimer: Like Joyce’s Ulysses, you can’t understand Dhalgren until you’ve read it and once you’ve read it, you can’t explain it. If the first scene grabs you, you will be reluctant to put it down 800 pages later.
If you write sci-fi, then you must attempt to read, or re-read, Dhalgren. (It never occurred to me at the time that I would see the year 2020 either, but, that’s another blog.) When my Lady gave me an unusual edition this Christmas, I re-read that story I remembered so well from 44 years ago. I was simply riveted by the setting and the characters. In 1975, I was neither privy to writing techniques nor did I know that Dhalgren would become recognized as one of the most profound science fiction novels of all time. Delaney’s masterpiece, I didn’t know a couple of things. “Be glad you’re not just a character scrawled in the margins of somebody else’s lost notebook: you’d be deadly dull.”
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