Let me come right to the point. William Preston's Old Man pentalogy are some of the finest "Doc" stories ever written. This collection belongs on the shelf alongside the works of Lester Dent, Phillip Jose Farmer and Michael Chabon. It could also (theoretically) take up shelf space in and around that old secondhand copy of Augustine's Confessions, that you were forced to read back in college. Preston strikes just the right balance between nuanced characters, philosophical musings and a gaggle of outré threats. Oh, and while he's at it, Preston manages to delve into some of the enduring questions of the human condition (free will and the power of evil, anyone?). Is A Work of Human Hands an exercise in philosophical inquiry masquerading as mere pulp fiction? Has William Preston created a new genre (that of philosophical pulp)? Read it and find out...you'll be glad you did.