A Feast Unknown by Philip José Farmer

A pulpy mix of pornography, satire, pop Freudianism, and adventure fiction straight from the 1960s. Victorian orientalism is more or less directly addressed, as are the sexless supermen that we're still dealing with at the multiplex. Will sent this to me along with The Sailor on the Sea of Fate, and it does check some relevant boxes: superhero antecedents, Victorian romance of the wild other and the strong men of civilization that straddle that line and cross between worlds, immortality and how immortal people might truly be, airy, compunctionless sex, cathartic perversity. I could have read it in a few hours if I still read books.