This shares a lot of the hallmarks of PKD's mid-century Americana litfic, then descends into some serious Weird territory. And even with all of the weirdness, there's still a lot to relate to. 

Much like with the rest of his sff work, I find myself distracted by minutiae, like...

This was written shortly before the Mariner 4 mission determined the canals of Mars (such a huge part of Pulp and Golden Age Science Fiction) were bullshit. How different would this have been, were it written a year or two later?

Would Dick himself have received the same diagnoses, were he alive and writing now?

What does music actually sound like in the thinner atmosphere of Mars?

Would these co-op apartments have any units large enough for my family?

And so on. 

So, while I read this in mostly two sittings, a good portion of said "reading" time was really just me staring into space. 

Good stuff, glad I re-read it.