No clue how many stars to give this, even though pieces of this are shockingly brilliant. Others are total mess. I've read other Disch, but this is moNo clue how many stars to give this, even though pieces of this are shockingly brilliant. Others are total mess. I've read other Disch, but this is more like PKD trying to write a near-future Delany novel. OR SOMETHING. I will later toss in a fair-use-sized quotation to give you a flavor. But till then, look at my earlier update, or consider that it didn't mention the kooky parody of liberal Christian theology where the whole planet is pretending the Resurrection is real as a form of morally valuable method acting, the disciplinary prison without walls where everyone has an implanted bomb in his/her stomach if they leave the perimeter or start violence, or the deeply unsettling but moving sense of exactly how it feels to want to be one thing in your life and realize you are somehow intrinsically deficient (the realization was like carrying "a skull in his hand").
This is destined to be forgotten, but it is destined to have an impossibly fierce tiny cult around it. I'm just not sure whether I'm in it or not....more