I'm consistently disappointed by the lack of attention given to Aylett's work, especially his Beerlight series, of which, as I understand it, NOVAHEAD is the last installment. Developed most effectively in ATOM and the Philip K. Dick Award-nominated SLAUGHTERMATIC, NOVAHEAD evolves the Beerlight aesthetic to new and weird literary heights. If ever an author attempted to leave postmodernism in the dust, or at least innovatively tweak the postmodern modality, Aylett is an untouchable touchstone. Every sentence in this novel - in some cases, every word - is an intricate mountain god waiting for the right sort of readership to decode it - and to revel in the process of decoding it. Aylett is truly singular in the contemporary matrix of literature - in mainstream circles, of course, but even in subcultural circles. At the same time, anybody, readers and writers in equal measure, would profit from a healthy exposure to his extrapolation of reality and lyrical waxing of language and meaning. There is NOBODY like Aylett, and NOVAHEAD is the culmination of his vision. In the absence of this book, you are neither a reader or a writer. You are, simply, there, dangling on the shorthairs of a goatee.