Shane M.

Alexi Panshin's first published book, as well as his initial foray into literary criticism in concern with fellow author Robert A. Heinlein.

An incremental, indivisible, and inviolate journey into the mind, heart, and soul of Joy Hajo, and those instances of imagination which we as readers are given to see as the impetus of her very own impetuous and poetically inspired investigations into the society in which all humanity forms and remains an individual member of.

Plain talk about those commanders-in-chiefs who watched, walked, and worked to make America great & keep it working that way in the eyes of the people, with no bi-partisan bullshit here.

If "the Devil is in the details" concerning this book, then the "details" were what kept me turning the pages as I continued to read this book in the first place.

Part Anthony Burgess, Aldous Huxley, Brian Aldiss, coupled with George Orwell. Imagine these four authors in bed together as result of some inanely insane orgiastic orchestration, with the gyrating melodies of a chemically induced cosmic conflagration overflowing into, occupying, and subsequently overpowering your mind's occipital lobe as you read this novel.

For the price of admission as you journey into this book, there's a minimum of a dozen (if not perhaps dozens more) "magic carpet rides" which both readers and the dramatis personae wanderinng through this story may subjectively and submersively find themselves wandering or otherwise meandering into.

Don 't squander all your 'joy juice;' fleeting fantasies of total control will both beguile & bewilder each & any reader of this book.