March 9, 2010

On The Man in the High Castle, by Philip K. Dick

I hate when a writer has some good ideas that sound like they'll be interesting and though-provoking, but then falls flat because they lack complicated characters or sufficient plotting and narrative drive. This disappoints me. I hope that this is not pervasive, as this is the first Dick book I've read. I would hate to toss a talented renowned author aside because one book displeased me. That might happen, however. So it goes.