Dick’s prose sneaks up on you. It is so sparse, and some of the dialogue so seemingly simplistic that I get lulled into a false sense of mindless consumption, and then the implications of the prose hit me. This is an intricately woven novel, hinting at a multitude of meanings, questioning the nature of identity, the roles of technology, nature and religion in our lives, the compulsion to collect, the nature of social status, the ethics of sex, all under the backdrop of grim post-nuke world.