It's very rare for me to read a novel (especialy an SF novel) that can make me laugh out loud, but this one made me, several times. It's about a lunkhead named Bill, kidnapped and pressed
into the military, who encounters bad luck after bad luck, all the while trying desperately to maintain his cheerfulness, indeed his humanity. Harrison tweaks a lot of people in this book--Heinlein's gobbledygook in _Starship Troopers,_ Asimov's Trantor in _Foundation Trilogy_ (who takes out the garbage on a planet completely covered in buildings, with a hundred billion or so people?). This is a funny book, half humor, half
horror, and might be just Harrison's best.