Deus Irae by Philip K Dick and Roger Zelazny
Everything I've ever read by Dick was incredibly weird, and this is no exception. World War III has caused world-wide devastation. In the time since a new church has emerged called the Servants of Wrath who worship a vengeful angry God as embodied by the man who built and detonated the weapon that caused most of the damage. A member of the church goes on a pilgrimage to find him and capture his image. He meets individuals that might be mutations of humans that look like animals or mutations of animals that now talk like humans, experiences that might be hallucinations, ghosts, or religious epiphanies, and of course, sentient technology gone haywire.
The Toynbee Convector by Ray Bradbury
A collection of short stories. I think of Bradbury as a science fiction writer and there is plenty of that here. But there are also a number of regular fiction stories: stories about people and relationships, and in one particular noteworthy case, a man's ode to his erection.
The Book of Philip Jose Farmer by Phlip Jose Farmer
A collection of stories collected by Farmer, with a brief foreword by the author talking about each book.
Some of these stories feel kind of dated for no reason that I could put my finger on. The first story he apparently had trouble getting published because so many of the editors he sent it to had a body-horror reaction. Because it has an alien race with one sex and an unfamiliar method of gamete exchange, apparently.
The main stories aren't bad, but he has a couple of pieces that are interviews with fictional characters that I found kind of boring, and his comedies left me cold.
The Best of Sci Fi, Fantasy and Science Fiction 4 edited by Judith Merril
The copyright date on this book is the year I was born. The pages are a light brown colour and the cover is barely holding on.
There are 28 stories in this one and they definitely feel dated. Dated doesn't mean bad necessarily, a lot of the writing really holds up but the depictions of relationships and attitudes feels so archaic. And there is a whole section of stories about running into Martians.
Also, not one single woman author unless a couple of them were pulling a Tiptree.