Published in 1974, this book I would call Sci-Fi Apocalypse Noir. Think William Burroughs meets Stephen King and Charles Bukowski. First page quote below:
to wound the autumnal city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The in-dark answered with wind.
All you know I know:
careening astronauts and bank clerks
glancing at the clock before lunch;
actresses cowling at light-ringed mirrors and
freight elevator operators grinding
a thumbful of grease on a steel handle;
know that dark women in bodegas shook their heads last week
because in six months prices have risen outlandishly;
how coffee tastes after you’ve held it in your mouth,
cold, a whole minute,