Earth is trapped in the crossfire of an unwinnable war between two alien civilizations. Its leader is perpetually on the verge of death. And on top of that, a new drug has just entered circulation - a drug that haphazardly sends its users traveling through time. In an attempt to escape his doomed marriage, Dr. Eric Sweetscent becomes caught up in all of it. But he has questions: Is Earth on the right side of the war? Is he supposed to heal Earth’s leader or keep him sick? And can he change the harrowing future that the drug has shown him?
©1966 Philip K. Dick (P)2011 Brilliance Audio, Inc.
"... there are times when silence is a poem." - John Fowles, the Magus ^(;,;)^
"Life is composed of reality configurations so constituted. To abandon her would be to say, I can't endure reality as such. I have to have uniquely special easier conditions."
- Philip K. Dick, Now Wait for Last Year
This is a book for married couples (having difficulties), suicides, drug addicts, politicians, and time travelers -- and it just happens to be one of my favorite PKD novels ever (although ever with Philip Kindred Dick is always a fluid thing).
'Now Wait for Last Year' is something rare: a selcouth piece of pulp that if judged by its cover or sales (I'm guessing here), could easily be discarded. It is always a joy to find a book that resonates with you in a visceral way in a place you weren't expecting. This book really is the last/best self-help book for couples and suicides.
I thought this was just going to be another middle-of-the-road, funky, throwaway PKD from the mid-60s (1966 to be exact). Look, there are definitely better written Dick novels, but for even mild fans of this amazing author, I would definitely check this one out. There is a unpretentious sophistication and depth to it that some of his messier, early novels lack, but there is also a helluva lot of heart. It really is something haunting to finish a novel where you can almost smell and taste the chemical density of the blood the author pumped into the ink on every page.
Love having someone read me a story. Fires in the hearth, rain on the roof, sunny days and surf. Good friends, good food and J S Bach.
I am listening a second time.
more closely this time.
I love the story line, yet I seem to get a bit fuzzy in trying to make the links. OK so whats new about this, and PKD?
Usually I can follow the involutions and almost dreamlike shifts of PKD and I am curious as to why I seem to miss some linking threads in this story. Hence my second listen, so soon after the first.
For newcomers to Dick, I would suggest either 'Flow my tears the Policeman Said' or 'Dr Bloodmoney'.
So this is about much more than 'Alien' invaders who have become the masters, highly addictive drug induced time travel, coexisting alternate realities, high tech body repair and replacements and even well developed AI robots. There are well disposed other Aliens and a man separated from his wife travelling on a quest. There are ethical and fellow AI concerns for so called defective pupose designed AI and delightful responses that a human could call humane.
If you know PK Dick, and really like his work you will not be disappointed.
PK Dick was an extraordinary writer.
I only review my more favorites here.
Modern, and as the story goes, it plays without being redundant on the subject theme. Even though it's not long, it knows when to end – but the ending has a deep & insightful insight – that is good to remember. PKD delivers.
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