
By Michael Bishop
It's 1982. the us has an everlasting Moonbase. Richard M. Nixon is within the fourth time period of the "imperial presidency." And an eccentric novelist named Philip okay. Dick has simply died in California.
Or has he? Psychiatrist Lia Pickford, M.D., is nonplussed while Dick walks into her place of work in small-town Georgia, with a cab idling outdoor, to invite for aid. And Cal Pickford, an established Dick fan surprised by means of the inside track of his hero's dying, is inspired whilst his spouse tells him of the visit.
So starts off a chain of occasions concerning Cal within the repressive Nixon regime, the affairs of an getting older motion picture queen, a hip yet anxious Vietnamese immigrant and an previous black guy who works as a groom--all major as much as a fateful disagreement among Dick, Cal, and Nixon himself at the moon.
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