A fairly standard PKD romp through the exploration of space and time. I was satisfied with the characters and the plot, though they did not seem to be as detailed and in depth as many of other PKD works. However, the plot-line was very focused and direct in this one and I feel that this was a more stabilized, logical, and brief sojourn rather than a longer one- which could have offered more key details. Nevertheless, I was appeased.

3 stars. ( )

Looks at some of the paradoxes of time travel and some of the strange things that can happen to a doctor taken and eventually returned to his own time. ( )

A man is plucked from his time to a very strange future and rolls with it way too well. I usually enjoy Dick's explorations into life, death and life after death, time travel and evil corrupt governments, but not here. There's lots of ideas but not much believability. I kept wondering if this man had any friends back in his own time. We know he has a wife, but he hardly thinks or worries about her. I was also frustrated by Dick's refusal to supply descriptive details about things: cars, food, medical equipment, etc. that practically scream for it. ( )

Sono incerto:

tutto sommato è bello e leggerlo non è uno spreco di tempo

ma

è un Phil K. che sembra adattarsi alla sci-fi dell'epoca, più "commerciale" e non "particolare" come altre sue opere.

Ecco u_u

(E come dice Alvin, per fare i fighi bisogna dire "contaminazioni", quindi:)
Ci sono delle contaminazioni u_u di cosa non lo so ma ci sono delle contaminazioni u_u ( )

Pretty minor Dick, but still has the jazzy improv feel of his later novels The Simulacra and Clans of the Alphane Moon. Supposedly Van Vogt would slam two unrelated novellas together to make a novel. This seemed like that. Some of PKD's tics (Mars, classical music, German) make cameos. ( )