I just rereading this for the first time in at least 20 years. I was a little nervous after Dhalgren really didn't live up to my memories, but Holy Cow this book is good. I think I didn't realize the half of it back then, and I've always considered this book a favorite. Strongly reminiscent of The Book of the New Sun, and I can't think of higher praise than that.
There are marvelous philosophical reflections on the nature of man, the role of society, and the purpose of art all wrapped up in positively Joycean wordplay.
A remarkable book!