I first read ANNALS OF KLEPSIS and had never read anything like this anywhere. The author was obviously a genius and very possibly insane. I ran out to a used bkstore, found THE REEFS OF EARTH and, although it was written in a different style, it was also unbelievably unique, brilliant and unlike anything I'd ever read. Since then I was hooked and slowly collected my little Lafferty library, next to my Chesterton, Sheckley, Bradbury and Bruce Jay Friedman. Cheers!
Since then, I've found some of the novels I can't get through easily, it's torture. But the stories were always gold, a treasure trove of the soul of earth and the mysterious ways of being human.