There are just too many ideas in The Simulacra. Psychology has been outlawed, the last bunch of elected presidents were actually robots, the First Lady is the one with the real power and she's a robot too, or an actor or something. A team of talent scouts go to the jungle to track down Richard Kongrosian, who plays piano with telekinesis and is terribly afraid of how he smells. The contract to manufacture the president-bots is under threat by a small company, a woman leaves her husband for his brother, and the US are trying to bring Hermann Goering forward in time for some reason. Meanwhile a two-man jugband manufacture their own rise to fame by brainwashing their audiences with a hypnotic Martian sales-bot. Come to think of it it's pretty cool. I have to give at least three stars credit to something so bizarre & dense, but this lacks the clarity of Dick's best work; I don't really know what the hell happened.