Philip K. Dick notoriously charted SFs most dangerous, booby-trapped realities. Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said is a relatively straightforward tale of paranoid unease at finding the world isnt what it should be. Jason Taverner is world-famous for his songs & regular TV show. Thirty million people saw you zip up your fly tonight. ... Its my trademark. Altho Philip K. Dick notoriously charted SFs most dangerous, booby-trapped realities. Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said is a relatively straightforward tale of paranoid unease at finding the world isnt what it should be. Jason Taverner is world-famous for his songs & regular TV show. Thirty million people saw you zip up your fly tonight. ... Its my trademark. Altho this future USA is a grim police state with labor camps in Alaska & Canada, jetsetting Taverner enjoys being one of the winners. Then he wakes up in a sleazy hotel room, still well-dressed & flush with money, but no longer the famous Jason Taverner. No ID--thats a forced-labor offence. His agent doesnt know him. Nor do his closest friends. Hes even vanished from police databanks. Forged documents are needed, hand-drawn by teenaged expert Kathy--one of Dicks most alarming women, a neurotic petty criminal whos also a police informer, who entraps & manipulates Taverner until hes terrified of her. He may deserve it. This self-obsessed megastar inflicts small, unthinking cruelties on virtually every woman he meets. The titles policeman is another interesting character: Police General Felix Buckman, a mostly good man (fan of Elizabethan songs: Flow, my teares...) trapped in a horrible system. Is Taverner, the man with no past, a threat? Less so, maybe, than Buckmans amoral sister Alys, who takes special interest in Taverner & seems to have the worlds only copies of his music albums... Paranoid wrongness is expertly conveyed & resolved with a typically offbeat SF notion. A sunny finale concludes one of Dicks most approachable novels.-- David Langford