I had a nearly-complete lengthy review here (complete with exegesis!) before my browser crashed. Bummer. Perhaps some day I will re-create it. However, the SHORT VERSION
goes something like this:
To someone unfamiliar with the life-and-times of Philip K. Dick, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
may come off as a bit of an opportunistic, unsophisticated, and perhaps even vulgar nexus of psychedelia and Judeo-Christian ontology (esp. w/r/t/ transubstantiation). For those folks, I recommend reading Emmanuel Carrère
I Am Alive and You Are Dead: The Strange Life and Times of Philip K. Dick
To the rest of you, my usual disclaimer vis-à-vis
PKD: it gets four stars not because of the writing (q.v.
, the wooden characters, the purple prose) but because of the relentless and raging sea of ideas, cloyingly familiar and yet horrifyingly alien.
Lastly: was that sex scene between Mayerson and Anne Hawthorne not just the most awkward thing you've ever read? Kind of gave me the creeps, to be quite honest.