The Big Time, by Fritz Leiber (Hugo winner, 1958).
A surpassingly strange book, one that reads more like closet drama than a novel. It relies heavily on a flighty female narrator. Leiber is good at writing in this voice, which makes it almost impossible to read. It also, while inventive, takes place in a space I never could define. I didn't make it to the end.
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