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17 of 18 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
What Is Left To Believe, June 1, 2004
This book mines one of the most fertile areas of post-apocalyptic science fiction, the conflict of faith. What do people believe in when it looks like God has turned his back on the world? This book is perhaps the best possible flip side to Walter M. Miller, Jr's "A Canticle for Leibowitz."In a world devastated by a war that has evidently been more than nuclear, Tibor McMasters is an artist for the Servants of Wrath, who worship the creator of the bomb. Pete Sands is an acolyte of the waning Christian church. These strange friends wind up on a search for Carleton Leuftufel, the man who ordered the bomb, so that he can be painted and adored as the Deus Irae, the man who remade the world. This brief book appears to have been written by Dick from sketches by Zelazny. These two writers, among the most thoughtful in science fiction, have created a forgotten classic of Twentieth Century literature. An acid trip view of a world twisted and distorted, you are left at the end to decipher what it means. How can we believe in a good god in a bad world? But how can we believe in a bad god and survive? What god suffices? Or is that a doomed thought? There are no answers. Like "The Matrix" or "Leviathan," we are left with important questions and our own resources. This is hard. Though this is not the greatest philosophical science fiction novel ever written, it's right up there, and it's not to be undertaken lightly. Though this book, like most SF from its time, has become dated, it remains eminently readable and beautifully constructed. We can only mourn that these two great minds are gone now, and enjoy this great meeting of their intellects. Highly recommended.
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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Fierce, Funny and unForgiving, December 30, 1999
First off, I love Zelazny and Dick, especially Dick, so maybe it's no suprise that I love this book. True, part of the writing is recycled from some of Dick's short-stories, true it bears his trademark sloppy writing style. But who cares if he wasn't a 'technically' gifted writer, when his ideas are so compelling, his horror so gut-wrenching, and his humor equally so! This ia another post-apocolyptic distopia with a few 'straight' (unmutated) humans left among various mutational forms ('bugs', 'runners', 'rollers' etc.). Dick's penchant for radioactively evolved animals (intelligent worms and dung-beetles who talk in American Slang) is in full force, as well as his signature distrust/fascination with large institutions and mechanisms. There are three scenes with old broken-down automated factories that are chilling and (in the latter cases) hysterically funny! The hero is a 'phoce', a man with no arms or legs (phoce means something like 'dophin-like') who is (by way of military surplus extensors) a religious painter who is sent on a pilgramage of sorts to find the 'deus irae' (angry god), which is seen by his church to be the man who 'pushed the button' and started WW3. An agent from the almost defunct Christian Church is sent to foil the nearly helpless phoce, because the church fears that if the angry god church captures the deus iraes visage, their ascendancy over Christiantity will be complete. It's an insane and funny/sad prospect all around. Like so many Dick books, it contains a plot that is completely unbelievable, even absurd in extremis and yet still has a strangely truthful resonance. This book is an easy and enjoyable read. I don't put it in the same league as the best Dick classics like Man in the High Castle, Ubik, Dr. Bloodmoney, but it's a CLOSE 2nd. And like those books, the same themes, pathos and humor, paranoia and blazingly creative intellect are all there. And like those, the same 'magic realism' of Borges, Marquez etc. is also in evidence.
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21 of 26 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Strange Bedfellows - Zelazny and Dick, September 17, 2000
These two authors are, in my opinion, among the most literary in science fiction. They are right up there with Ursula LeGuin, Orson Scott Card, Theodore Sturgeon and Robert Silverberg. But while I've always loved Zelazny, I've had an almost visceral reaction to the works of Philip K. Dick. His stuff strikes me as a particularly bad acid trip and it's usually so depressing that it's hard to get through (even though I do recognize his merits as a writer). But Zelazny seems to have tempered this tendency in Dick and Dick has added some depth, spice and kick to the Zelazny passages. They're both funny writers, and I sure would like to have been a fly on the wall when they cooked this one up. I'm frankly puzzled as to how these two even got the idea of collaborating, but nevertheless, *Deus Irae* seems to have been a marriage made in heaven - and consummated in hell. I won't reiterate the plot except to note that in this post-holocaust world of mutants and cyborgs, the man who gave the bomb order, instead of being vilified, is deified. It is he who is the Deus Irae. There's a fair amount of theological banter that was probably the fruit of the authors' conversations, such as this passage where the Deus Irae himself (in disguise) is talking. "I see. Aquinas cleaned up the Greeks for you, so Plato is okay. Hell, you even baptized Aristotle's bones, for that matter, once you found a use for his thoughts. Take away the Greek logicians and the Jewish mystics and you wouldn't have much left." I'm sure that the gut-wrenching, stomach-turning parts were Dick's brainchild, while the lyrical human-interaction passages were written by Zelazny. But somehow it all bakes into a cake, is witty and entertaining, and even has a happy ending - sort of. You may like it; you may hate it, but it's NOT a pot boiler and it IS well written. pamhan99@aol.com
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