Alfred Bester, who wrote many of the most interesting science-fiction and science-fantasy stories of the 20th century, died in 1987 before finishing Psychoshop. Somehow, the manuscript made its way to Roger Zelazny, another author of some of the most interesting science-fiction and fantasy. Zelazny finished the novel (perhaps?), but died in 1995. Somehow, the combined author manuscript made its way to publication in 1998. Perhaps a stolen black hole had something to do with this novel's mysterious origin and publication? Be that as it may, what we get in Psychoshop is more fantasy than science fiction, and one heck of a wild ride. In his introduction, Greg Bear compares the writing in the novel to jazz riffing. However, I think this novel is more like a dream narrative. For instance, the novel starts with the narrator just being in a weird situation without background or context. The story is not much of one in terms of plot, and seems to go on almost random tangents, bizarre revelations, moving by associative logic, gradually stepping out of normal reality entirely and entering a psycho-space where everything is psychologically symbolic. The narrator has the author's name, Alf, and the author's career, that is writer for a high-end travel magazine (Bester was long-time editor of Holiday). Much of what happens in the novel is linked to Bester's own life and career. The femme fatale of the novel, the snake-woman Ssss, or Nan, appears to me to be based on Bester's first wife, a slim, lithe actress and dancer.
The story of the novel, such as it is, starts when Alf, full name Alf Noir, gets an assignment to go to Rome and look into an establishment called The Black Place of the Soul-Changer. The place is run by a leopard-man and a snake-woman. It is a kind of pawn shop and repair shop for personalities, psychoses, hangups, and behaviors in general. People who want a change in their life simply wish themselves there, and the proprietor, Adam Maser, will take them into the back room and magically make the change, one behavior exchanged for another. The shop gets famous visitors on a regular basis, including Ludwig van Beethoven and Edgar Allan Poe, and visitors from all times past and future. Adam starts getting Alf involved in the business because there is something wrong with Alf that he himself is not aware of. Alf goes on various adventures with his new love interest, Ssss, each of increasing weirdness and sexuality, and slowly discovers who he really is.
I have not read much that is quite like Psychoshop. Touch points include Bester's own story "5,271,009", Alice in Wonderland, A.E. van Vogt (another Alf writer whose plots often involve a superman who does not at first know he is a superman), the works of Philip K. Dick in the sense that nothing in the story is quite what it at first appears to be. It's a mad, dizzying account with more allusions, references, quotations, and spoofs than one can count. The problem for me, though, and the reason I do not rate the novel higher, is that it really does feel like it needs a couple of additional re-writes to get it into shape. Much of the dialogue is too much in the style of 1950s magazine fiction and could use some sprucing up. It's definitely a novel for those who like the unexpected and like mildly satirical insanity in a story.