Robert Sheckley was a powerful writer…in small doses. For ten pages at a stretch, maybe even fifteen, he could compete with the best of them. He was as sly as Kurt Vonnegut, as crisp as Joseph Heller, as absurd as Italo Calvino. He would surprise you, amuse you, maybe even educate you. But beware: if Sheckley continued beyond a certain word count, you c…
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