Carradice: Clifford D. Simak (1953).
Ring around the Sun.
From the author of my beloved
Way Station (1963), Hugo Award.
About halfway into the book. Waiting to reach the end to fully form an opinion. The beginning of Ring feels surreal and somewhat disjointed to this reader, and only later things seem to start making sense. Curiously, it is when the fantastic enters the story that things start feeling right and true. Which coincides with one of the themes of the novel: how one can forget in adulthood about some truths learned in childhood and youth. So, the surreal feeling of the more mundane part of the story might be an effect that Simak was intending.
So yes, it is becoming better and better, hopefully it will hold.
Sometime I have to get back to
City, which I stopped reading when I lost the book years ago.