My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book made me sad… Some of the conversations and weird thought processes in this book brought up sad memories…
I remember hearing conversations about cows needing to live above the clouds because they are the main source of global warming. Theories about an utopia, in which people live in pyramid or disc shaped cities, were there is no money and all the work is done by robots. A society were the structure is based on herds of cows. Because that would be the utopian society that aliens would force upon us…
How death is something permanent in life, or how everybody should learn kung fu and free running so they can take the fastest route to the toilet and shit better… Damn… people laughing because the room has corners… or people running because the houses are laughing at them, dwarves chasing them.
The authors note at the end of the book confirms my sad feelings. This book was written in memory of lost friends. There is no moral. It just is about people thinking they have fun, without realising the consequences of paranoia, psychosis… psychological damage and brain damage.
Also it handles the problem that governments are indirectly profiting from drug trade. So they keep it illegal, but don’t really fight it or do something about it, so they can make profit out of it.
It’s sometimes a fucked up world we live in.
It’s a very good book. Philip K Dick was a genially good writer.