So, a lot to unpack here...
Ron Goulart was an American author of mystery, fantasy and science fiction. Though it is interesting that when you Google him, he comes up first as a historian of pop culture; an interest that certainly is obvious in this book where a humongous number of pop references are thrown in. He wrote under many, many pseudonyms, he wrote for comics and movie adaptations and comics and that smooth professionalism in writing does come through in this book.
AFTER THINGS FELL APART is a book about an alternative world America which is no longer united, the various parts of the country ruptured due internal factionalism and now operate spasmodically and semi-independently. we hear that Washington fell apart and that there was a short-lived Chinese invasion of California, where part of this book is also set. We start however in San Francisco where our main protagonist John Haley, is a Private Inquiry Officer and has been called upon by the San Francisco Police to chase the 'Lady Day' gang.
We learn there are dozens of different levels of fragmented policing and that Lady Day is operating to kill key important men. They are women who dress up in black (kind of gym enthusiasts crossed with Dominatrix) and Haley has to pursue them across the different parts of America taking us with him through a fast paced tour of all the weird and wonderful scenes Goulart dreamt up for us Including:
*The Nixon Institute, where aging former rock stars, authors and politicians record their memories and someone tries to kill Haley for no apparent reason.
*the weird town of San Rafael, run by the Amateur Mafia (no Italians allowed), where a couple of different people try and kill Haley.
*Vienna West, a detailed replica of Sigmund Freud's 19th Century city where psychiatric patients live and abreact together; and, yes, someone or two people try to kill Haley.
Various odd characters are thrown at you often and tell Haley and the reader all about themselves before being thrown under the bus and vanishing forever a paragraph or two later. The dialogue is almost universally silly, the situations are ludicrous and the characters are not even meant to be remotely believable and you will either love it or... not.
That, in short is the superficial outline of what this book is allegedly about.
Now, reading this I remembered why I stopped reading Goulart in my teens, even though he wrote SF and it was everywhere and I liked sci-fi and did not mind Goulart. It seemed to me as if once you have read one book you have essentially read them all. The plot is extremely secondary to what his books are actually like from the reading perspective, or at least they were for me.
Goulart was very much part of the SFF writing scene admired and acclaimed, and generally celebrated as a smooth writer of dialogue driven stories, with his work having characteristically stylised satire and anarchic humor. Goulart was nominated twice for the Edgar Award, once for this book in 1970. This is also the first novel in his loosely associated “Fragmented America” world.
I found this work very zany and quirky. I don't mind some quirk, but this was very deep quirk, so deep one kind of drowns in it. Satire, it may be but I never understood what he was satirising, never really got the majority of the humour and I usually had the strong feeling that I was missing %90 of the points he was making. Maybe I have insufficient familiarity with his targets, so it just falls rather flat for me. Consequently I do not it that funny and often enough tedious even.
Now, what I did always like about Goulart was how random, creative and off the cuff his 'future science' concepts were. In the opening scene for example, an earthquake knocks the coffee machine off the bench and the soy beans go everywhere. The data storage units (kind of like large, boxy mobile and verbal computers) are affected by the quake and all malfunction and start barking. We get these fascinating tidbits...
He has equally quirky yet interesting scene setting: a motel run by escaped FBI agents who address each other by number. A soup kitchen and a pharmacy where you need to get past automated systems to enter: Complete SF for the 70's though pretty prescient in a way, reading it today.
Sadly, for me, the good bits were never quite enough to glue together the fragmented meaningless plot. And like all Goulart that I remember, the huge and very interesting social commentary element , while it exists, is so deeply hidden in the Zany and Quirk, that uncovering it is a days work and I am unsure how often I can be bothered to work that hard for so little return.
Two and a half stars rounded up by the GR algorithim.