Neutral rating for Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
In a nutshell: Famous variety-show host wakes up to discover that his identity does not exist; a major problem in a reality where not having an ID card can get you sent to a forced-labor camp. Easy enough reading, though any time there was a woman in a scene my eyes began to roll so hard they hurt. I can see how someone might like this, but it did nothing for me. My favorite part is still the title.
“I never read [Remembrance of Things Past],” Jason said. “But on my program we did a dramatic rendering of a scene…I don’t know which. We got a lot of good mail about it, but we never tried it again. Those out things, you have to be careful and not dole out too much. If you do it kills it dead for everybody, all networks, for the rest of the year.” He prowled, crampedly, about the room, examining a book here, a cassette tape, a micromag. She even had a talking toy. Like a kid, he thought; she’s not really an adult.
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