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>On October 11 the television star Jason Taverner is so famous that 30 million viewers eagerly watch his prime-time show. On October 12 Jason Taverner is not a has-been but a never-was -- a man who has lost not only his audience but all proof of his existence. And in the claustrophobic betrayal state of Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, loss of proof is synonyms with loss of life. Taverner races to solve the riddle of his disappearance", immerses us in a horribly plausible Philip K. Dick United States in which everyone -- from a waiflike forger of identity cards to a surgically altered pleasure -- informs on everyone else, a world in which omniscient police have something to hide. His bleakly beautiful novel bores into the deepest bedrock self and plants a stick of dynamite at its center.
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Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, Philip K. Dick
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- Publicado en
- 1975
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- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Philip K. Dick
- Editorial
- DAW Books
- Publicado en
- 1975
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 208
- ISBN10
- 0879976241
- ISBN13
- 9780879976248
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- Ficción, Fantasía, Aventura, Ciencia ficción, EE.UU., Literatura americana, Entretenimiento, Ciencia ficción fantástica, Regalos para hombres, Distopía, Ciberpunk, Desarrollo, Agentes, Consciencia, Autor, Población
- Primera publicación
- 1974
- Título original
- Flow My Tears, the Policemen Said
- Calificación
- 3,95 de 5
- Descripción
- >On October 11 the television star Jason Taverner is so famous that 30 million viewers eagerly watch his prime-time show. On October 12 Jason Taverner is not a has-been but a never-was -- a man who has lost not only his audience but all proof of his existence. And in the claustrophobic betrayal state of Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, loss of proof is synonyms with loss of life. Taverner races to solve the riddle of his disappearance", immerses us in a horribly plausible Philip K. Dick United States in which everyone -- from a waiflike forger of identity cards to a surgically altered pleasure -- informs on everyone else, a world in which omniscient police have something to hide. His bleakly beautiful novel bores into the deepest bedrock self and plants a stick of dynamite at its center.