The Voice of the Machines, by Gerald Stanley Lee

I was enjoying an after-dinner cruise on Puget Sound at the GECCO conference this summer, and chatting with Lee Spector about Distributed Proofreaders. He mentioned a book he’d discovered in his local library, which was weird and engaging, poetical and industrial, kooky and profound at turns.

Just my thing, on all counts.

And so here it is now, for your enjoyment.

Go read the first section, and tell me that you stopped without wanting to continue. Go on… do it. Dare you.