The Demolished Man

Intoxicatingly pulpy sci fi, back when men were men and women were pouting babies. Seriously, this is sci fi just coming out of the good ol' boy stuff of the 50s/60s, and into the slightly more psychadelic, feminist stuff of the 1970s. It's also often called a proto-cyberpunk text, which is seeable: it feels like an unreconstructed Blade Runner, full of manly men as hardboiled detectives rescuing dames from sure destruction. Also features air bullets and mind-reading and a business Ubermensch that feels like he stepped out of an Ayn Rand novel (noooo). Despite all this, a (very) guilty pleasure. I guess I just like pulp.