Must have had a two hour epilogue...
I haven't been posting on this thread much lately, but I felt obligated to mention the book I just finished. I raved here about Alec Effinger's What Entropy Means to Me as a great example of the New Wave period, so it's only fair to point out one that is an example of the period's failings. I'm talking about Norman Spinrad's Bug Jack Baron. Now, I've read, and enjoyed, a fair amount of Spinrad's work. I find his short story collections to be more worthwhile than his novels by far (with the exception of one: Childe of Fortune-highly recommended!), as in the novel format he gets a bit...well, silly. Bug Jack Baron goes beyond silliness into stupidity. Of course, that can happen when you populate your book with two-dimensional characters and spend 80% of your prose "being cool". As usual with Spinrad, there are some great ideas; you just wish another writer was exploring them.