"The World Jones Made" by Philip K. Dick

Floyd Jones is sullen, ungainly, and quite possibly mad, but in a very short time he will rise from telling fortunes at a mutant carnival to convulsing an entire planet. For although Jones has the power to see the future — a power that makes his life a torment — his real gift lies elsewhere: in his ability to make people dream again in a world where dreaming has been made illegal, even when the dream is indistinguishable from a nightmare.

In Philip K. Dick's unsettling chronicle of the rise and fall of a postnuclear messiah, readers will find a novel that is as minutely realistic as it is prophetic. For along with its engineered mutants, hermaphroditic sex performers, and protoplasmic drifters from the stars, The World Jones Made gives us nothing less than a deadly accurate reading of our own hunger for belief.

One of Philip K. Dick’s earliest novels, The World Jones Made demonstrates the author’s great ability and reveals his potential mastery if not yet his virtuosity as a storyteller. 

Bradburyesque PKD, this is dark, brooding and humanistic; reminiscent of Messiah by Gore Vidal and also, vaguely, of H.P. Lovecraft. Several sub-plots are loosely woven together to create an atmosphere of shadows, fascist visions and alien mystery. The reader sees erudite observations of social, political and theological dynamics in a dystopian, totalitarian society, themes that would later characterize his work, as well as common PKD elements such as secret or above the law police systems, paranoia, drug use and isolation. 

Like his later masterpiece Dr. Bloodmoney he describes a sentient fetus, and explores situations unique to this imaginative vehicle. And this is after all PKD, resplendent with his signature imagination, the reader will enjoy the scenes with the pornographic mutant hermaphrodites. (Lyn, GoodReads)