I’ve been a George R.R. Martin fan since he shocked the hard-core Analog readership by sullying its hitherto-chaste pages with overt heterosexuality (in “A Song for Lya”). So I’m extremely glad that he’s hit it big with A Game of Thrones, even though that’s not my idea of fun at all. Along the way, he wrote a strange rock-and-roll novel called The Armageddon Rag, to which my reaction has always been ambivalent. Here’s a condescending review (Eeuww, Illuminatus! cooties!) that gets at some of its good and bad parts.