My rating: 3 of 5 stars
can i have some half stars for this one? 3/5 stars?
there’s two thoughts at work here: one, i was not that thrilled by it. two, it’s an sf classic, and Philip K. Dick a master’s master.
but… i just wasn’t that thrilled.
i have seen Blade Runner in bits and pieces only, so it’s not that. i’m not comparing it to the movie. it’s just… well, the characters are kind of monomaniacal. they have their own individual obsessions, and nothing much registers for most of them except what pops up on their personal mania radars. they’re kind of… boring.
nothing much in the world setup really jazzes me either, except the electric animals. of course the animals themselves are not interesting, but everybody’s lust after animals (real if possible, fake if not) is pretty amusing. it’s a pity that they want only to own them, however.
so, end of the world as we know it, most of the population migrated off to mars, some few hardy souls refusing to leave earth for reasons even they don’t understand. and i don’t understand, either.
maybe that’s why this book doesn’t do much for me: i can make no sense of the animals, the bounty hunters, the androids, the empathy boxes & Mercerism, why it’s so necessary to kill off the androids, even why nobody seems to ever have an iota of fellow-feeling for another being.
ok, i am putting on my kevlar, but: if this didn’t have the Philip K. Dick label on it, it would be considered second-rate with some very fine ideas, back for another round of rewrites, tally ho.