I know that when I first read it (after substantial viewings of Blade Runner, and with some trepidation) I hated it. I probably couldn’t see past it’s dissonance with the film, the tears in the fabric, I didn’t like it’s style, I didn’t like the ending.

Now with more distance, I am beginning to look on it with a more revisionist attitude. Having now read Man In The High Castle, which I did enjoy, I cast my mind back to the earlier story.

The more I think about it, the more gold I can see in the murk, the more beauty in it’s certain areas of ugliness. It may be the more sophisticated artefact, I’m not sure.

One thing is certain. It’s time to give it another chance.