With its frustrated middle management, fractured relationships, telephone booths, radio stations, instant coffee, and burnt-orange paint schemes, Adams' book reads exactly like a lost Philip K. Dick novel, and I enjoyed it more for that. To me, it is a contemporary novel written as if was penned in the 60s or 70s and imagining today, if that makes sense.
Unusual setting, with wry plotting that propels right along and holds a few surprises.
Recommended for sci-fi fans of Dick, Ballard, Delany, LeGuin. I got this for my beloved Kindle and read it quickly.
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