“This book shows that before Dick was the ‘poor-man's Pynchon' he was the poor-man's Richard Yates, though no one could possibly have known it at the time.” O Magazine, Jonathan Lethem
“A tragicomedy where all involved trample blindly on each other's sensibilities.” Locus
“Philip K . Dick pierced the shiny bubble of life in homes with picket fences years before feminism or suburban sprawl hit…Dick was a gifted writer born fifty years too soon.” The St. Petersburg Times, Kit Reed