This is probably my favorite Philip K. Dick novel . . . despite the author's lapses in style, such as not knowing how to use the subjunctive. It's an amazing slice of life. It's a harrowing glipse at mysticism. It's a profound meditation on the (as they say it in Literature 101) "the human condition."

It's a whopping good yarn.

Ooops. Forget I wrote anything so crass. ( )

One of Philip K. Dick's last novels and most decidedly not science fiction. The story of a religious luminary whose quest for the meaning of it all leads to his eventual downfall as told from the perspective of his daughter in law. One of the few PKD novels with a sympathetic female character, let alone a lead female character.

This novel is fascinating and, in my opinion, vastly under-read. Funny and tragic at the same time, with a deep look at the role of religion shaping our lives. ( )