![]() Add in that the book is set in the far future of 1988 and that Dick's attempt at futuristic dialogue struck me as sounding a lot like Saturday Night Live's "Wild and Crazy Guys" of the seventies, and for me, the problems swamped the book's undoubted merits. The author's reveal, fueled by a load of pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo, was lost on me, but the basic misfire here is that the antagonist is more interesting and likable than the protagonist, and the stream of minor characters, mostly female, who drop in along the way for a chapter or two, are more interesting by far than either. And then he finds that the police have become interested in him, for reasons which were never clear to me, though perhaps that's the point. He encounters many armchair ontologists who attribute this variously to him either being delusional or under the influence of narcotics either before or after this transformation. The book posits that America's most popular television personality finds that all recognition of him has disappeared overnight. All the time, every day, you should be somewhere with people. ![]() This book has the greatest title of all time, and its premise is promising enough, but on the whole I didn't find it compelling reading. ![]()
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