Alfred Bester's _The Stars My Destination_: It's deeply flawed, wackily 1950s, has ridiculous tech, and is one of the most entertaining books I have read.
Stanislaw Lem's _Solaris_: Strange, dry, bordering on boring, breaks every single law about overusing exposition I can think of...and somehow turns that into a riveting meditation on the nature of guilt and consciousness.
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It's a tie between two strange books.
Alfred Bester's _The Stars My Destination_: It's deeply flawed, wackily 1950s, has ridiculous tech, and is one of the most entertaining books I have read.
Stanislaw Lem's _Solaris_: Strange, dry, bordering on boring, breaks every single law about overusing exposition I can think of...and somehow turns that into a riveting meditation on the nature of guilt and consciousness.