It was the right book at the right time.
After being disappointed with a recent, much hyped, and imho less than mediocre m/m slave fic, I was cranky for days, fretting about authors wasting opportunities, readers being awed by mediocrity, and no one really writing what I wanted to read.
A good friend struck me over the head with this book and demanded I read it.
As much as I love Delany, I initially wanted to give the Nevèryon series a pass, because, let's face it, I'm prejudiced against Sword & Sorcercy. I'm bored with dragons, for once.
I'm so glad I changed my mind!
Delany's stories from barbaric times, the start of his epic about Gorgik the Liberator, was exactly what I needed at that time.
True, it's not without flaws. As usual with Delany, the book wants to be a bit too clever, and the semiotic-philosophical musings and the plain pulp don't always mix very well. Subtlety is not the strong point here, some themes getting pushed into the story rather heavy-handedly, making it sometimes cringe-worthy to read.
But it told me something I wanted, I desperately needed
And I'm not as prejudiced against Sword & Sorcery anymore as I used to be.