One of the stranger, most obtuse entries in P.K. Dick's vast oeuvre. Set in a post-apocalyptic America, it involves a painter with missing limbs, a quest to find the man who started the war, an idiosyncratic take on theology and talking animals. Perhaps because it is credited to 2 writers explains why it feels disjointed and unfocused. Not for the Dick novice, but of interest to those who want to explore his more esoteric work and of interest in light of his later VALIS trilogy.
A bit disappointing, but not so much so that I'd scorn it. Zelazny's epic doesn't fold itself around Dick's surreal terribly well and the result is clumsy, like how a strange dream can get once we rouse ourselves sufficiently out of sleep to manually shape it, losing continuity in the process.
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