I read it long ago. I reread it near after Richard died.
I reread it yesterday and laughed. I read it again and
laughed again today. Perhaps I'm a cheap date. Then again, despite
the absurdity of the Slave Girls of Gor, there's this part
of my reptilian brain that's firmly in touch with my 13
year old self that had quite a fascination for those slave girls.
Even if I was much older when I read it, I read it as a
13 year old boy. To Richard's credit, I laugh at his works as a
17 year old and appreciate that return to youth as well.
It's a talent like having an internal tuning fork. I wish I had it.