Barefoot in the Head

by Brian W. Aldiss

Book Overview

When an undeclared Acid Head War breaks out, Britain is the first to be devastated by Psycho-Chemical Aerosols - tasteless, odourless, colourless psychedelic drugs, which distort the minds of... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0380535610
• ISBN13: 9780380535613
• Release Date: January 1981
• Publisher: Avon Books
• Length: 224 Pages
• Weight: 0.30 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Painful. Necessary. Essential.

Barefoot in the Head is one of the finest things to emerge from the wreckage of the 1960s. It is not by any means an easy read, indeed it is far more experimental in forms and style that many more feted non-sf avant-garde works. The prose and poems (some of which individually are really fine pieces of work) and songs and at times simply patterns of letters that compose the work are fragmentary and fractured - the ravings of minds changed beyond recognition by mind-altering psychotropic weapons. Yet somehow it makes sense: the wrong words start to mean something, you start to establish a vocabulary from random or mistaken strings of words and, although how I am not quite sure, you can even get a deep sense of story and character thorugh all the confusion. At times you just have to sit back with a wry smile and know that Aldiss deserves so much more than to be continually ignored by the snobbish mainstream critics: this guy is a British national treasure, and one of the great writers of the late Twentieth Century in English. The degree of sheer literary craft involved in this work is quite remarkable. This is a book about culture and religion and drugs and technology and war and so much more: as such it stands with Burroughs' Naked Lunch. Dick's A Scanner Darkly and Delaney's Dhalgren as monuments to the ambiguity of the breakdown of both mind and order and dark side of pure freedom. But somehow it is more adventurous and more daring than any of these works.

Low Point X

Wow, my brain hurts after reading this. I feel as if my whole civilization has fallen apart due to everyone tripping all the time. When they try to work the machines, men'll fall about laughing. The walls are melting, and I can't decide whether humanity is rotting alive in waves of indecision or poised on the verge of a breakthrough that will catapult us into a new, multi-valued way of perception. I think I just saw a dog wearing a tie. The knowledge that the plane is going to crash haunts me night and day, and I've developed a peculiar aversion to christmas cactus. You don't understand what I'm saying; you DO understand what I'm saying. Both are true, and neither. It's..it's like the SIXTIES: a tragic waste of brain cells AND a step into a new dimension. Aldiss and more...

Wake the sleeping serpent

After the Acidhead War, most of Earth's population is stumbling through an endless acid trip caused by nerve gas. Colin Charteris, in headlong flight from Serbia and the refugee camps where he was exposed, finds everyday objects like Metz cathedral ominous and portentous. A vision of the future catapults him into the company of more-advanced acid cases who call him a messiah for his concept of Man the Driver, resulting in his leading a mad exodus by car across a blasted Europe into a life of complete incomprehensibility. As birds build twisted nests, dogs wear neckties and the new animal slinks through the shrubbery, Charteris forges a new vision of reality, but drops out before the crucifixion. Inside every sane citizen is a madman waiting to run free....