Arctor/Fred is the kind of protagonist your overlords would love you to be. Grandmother’s recipe for totalitarianism was systematic de-education, paranoid psychotic involution, Oxycontin and Chips Ahoy. What more cranial-rectal exchange could your masters desire than that you should squander your meager resources demolishing your mind, cognizant that you are doing so and miscalling it heroism?
I’m still not sure why I never got around to reading this one. Some day.