I read this at one point in my life, I'll reread it again a bit later.
I absolutely loved the new Wave movement (I think that's what it was called) in Sci Fi. "I have no mouth and I must scream", "Repent cried the Tick Tock Man" (both Harlequin, and by far my favorite), "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sleep" (Philip K. Dick) (hmm, maybe this is my favorite...), "A Rose for Ecclesiastes" (I think, I may be confusing it with "Flowers for Algernon") and pretty much most of Poul Anderson that I was ever able to actually get through. Specially "Goat Song". Loved his style to death, but it just makes the stories chug along at half clip.
And "The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World" to a lesser extent. Probably because it kind of affronted my sense of deity, and that's not a cerebral discordance I like.
It strikes me as incredibly Modernist in its style and subject matter. Modernism is, at least by my definition, aimed at the elites of society and written by the elites. (Not to be confused with Post Modernism, which is written by the Elites, and is actually dumbed down for mass consumption by the literary prolitariot). Which makes it overly stylistic for the lay man.
But now we're getting into my English Essay last year, which I doubt any of you could care less about. Point is, most New Wave stuff is unpalatable to people accustomed to the "sliders" of the modern entertainment world. Not that I'm knocking today's stuff, just that it's a whole different beast.
Back last year, when I was trying to be a scifi writer (and completely unable to prodce a manuscript) this was the sort of style I aspired to. Specifically Poul Andersion and Harlequin. Also Card too, but that's another story...