I finally got around to reading David Gerrold's The Man Who Folded Himself yesterday. I had bought my copy at NorWesCon `03, at the author's dealer table.

I had heard in the past about it being "shocking" and "perverse". Well, I had read gooyer sex scenes in Mormon historical romances (the author uses some well-written literary equivalents to "discretion cutaways"), and after exposure to the anthologies by folks like Phil Foglio, Mary Anne Mohanraj, Nancy Friday, and Celcia Tan, the concept of the self-polyamory of the protaganist seems tame and almost oh-so-cute.

Still, it was well written, and worth reading.

I'm going to give it away as a BookCrossing item. Who wants it?

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