Ambrose further asserts himself among the ranks of Philip K. Dick and Christopher Priest, and their identity woes, with this outing. And while it ends on a high note, the novel reads more like a Dean Koontz work than anything literate, which, on one hand, is vital for the overall presentation, but on the other, makes for dull, unintelligent reading. It is, ultimately, quite a bit like "Total Recall" having some interesting twists and turns, and some wonderfully intereting scenes, but it's more like and action movie than a treatise on identity and memory, as one might hope.
