1) The Dancers At The End Of Time, by Michael Moorcock
Edition uniting An Alien Heat, The Hollow Lands, and The End of All Songs. A bit of a one-joke book, this: hero from sexually liberated culture falls in love with woman from a much more repressed culture; this basic plot is the making of many stirring love stories, but here it is played for laughs, the repressed culture being late nineteenth-century London. The anarchic, pansexual, abundant society at the End of Time perhaps inspired Iain M. Banks a little, but Banks carries it off much better. Comic policemen and small furry (but vicious) aliens caper rather pointlessly through the timewarps, as do in-joke characters from Moorcock’s other books and from elsewhere. The end of the universe happens but doesn’t seem to make much difference.
>>Interesting that he and Sophie Aldred were born on the same day;<< It's is a wonderfully fun coincidence that I didn't know about. Thanks for these sort of posts.