I have to thank Tessa Dick for writing and publishing this novel. In many respects this took bravura and determination.
I've been a fan of Philip K. Dick ever since I bought "The Zap Gun" in Gianopolis Book Shop in Addis Ababa when I was 12, in 1968. I've read everything published except "Nick and the Glumming" (I'll get that one yet) and each novel, mainstream or science fiction, more than once. Some. . .more than thrice. His work has moved me, has shaped me. I share a deep interest in gnosis and early Christianity, I share a deep wish to see compassion and love and joy among humans. I was fortunate to receive a letter in response to one I sent him, just months before he left us. I will always cherish the few paragraphs he sent me. More than any other author he has been an interactive part of my life. I never met him, but I feel he is a friend, a support.
Tessa Dick has taken real events from her life with Phil and her vision of the final novel that Phil failed to write and woven a tapestry of a way lost and found that I read in just a handful of sittings, magnetically drawn to the pages. Reading, I felt the impact of the events of the final decade of Phil's life, I sensed a different understanding of their details and development, I enjoyed a tightening up of loose streams of speculation and passion. This novel I believe really does represent many facets and moments that Philip K. Dick would have written, it had the vision and verve of a Dick novel. Centering much of the story on music also pleased me as music has been a constant in my life, a medium for excitment and contentment and exploration.
I will read this one again, and likely again, and thank you Ms. Dick, thank you very much for the effort and the will and the courage.