On a ravaged Earth, fate and circumstances bring together a disparate group of characters, including a fascist with dreams of a coup, a composer who plays his instrument with his mind, a First Lady who calls all the shots, and the world’s last practicing therapist. And they all must contend with an underclass that is beginning to ask a few too many questions, aided by a man called Loony Luke and his very persuasive pet alien.
In classic Philip K. Dick fashion, The Simulacra combines time travel, psychotherapy, telekinesis, androids, and Neanderthal-like mutants to create a rousing, mind-bending story where there are conspiracies within conspiracies and nothing is ever what it seems.
©1992 Laura Coelho, Christopher Dick, and Isa Hackett (P)2012 Brilliance Audio, Inc.
But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it. - J.D. Salinger ^(;,;)^
“In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Like a lot of PKD's novels, 'The Simulacra' was messy. I mean messy and complex and absurd and filled with fractals and digressions. Genius in parts, yes. But mostly messy genius. It felt like I was driving a BMW assembled by the art/pit-crew from Mad Max, perhaps.
I loved the concept of it. Dr. Superb, the only remaining psychotherapist in a world filled with the crazy and cranky. He wrote this novel like he just invented the 3 or 4 main characters, starved them a bit, and set them on a collision course and, of course, sat back and watched and wrote.
"Philip K Dick is a genius"
His stuff reads surprising well. Read aloud you get the time to appreciate his philosophical musings.
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