A Voyage to Arcturus
From Moro's list on ideological adventure.
In the first half of the 20th Century, before Fantasy was taken over by Tolkien imitators, some very crazy novels were written. My favorite is David Lindsay’s A Voyage to Arcturus, about a man exploring a world where people’s bodies reflect their worldviews—one’s philosophy might require one to grow new eyes, new arms, or even a few tentacles. The characters inhabit a constantly shifting landscape of wild space creatures. The overtly Gnostic message is presented with such clarity and color (several colors unknown on Earth!) that I find it an exhilarating read, even if I disagree with it. The book undermines its own Manichaeanism by showing us an amazing world that I guess we’re supposed to recoil from, but much of the time I find myself thinking “Isn’t that cool!”