Kelcey [the narrator of The Fork River Space Project] enters a world imagined by others…. These overlapping imaginations, overlapping realities, give Kelcey the distance to see the world, to see life, to see time, whole and perfect—just a glimpse, of course, the glimpse of art, the lasting brief experience of the imagination. What he sees, tornadoes or hovering space ships, he sees truly at long last, alone and lost, alive and living for the first real time.

I imagine Wright Morris sitting down to write this novel and exclaiming, "Just imagine!" And the product of that imagining, The Fork River Space Project, is a brilliant achievement that encourages and enables its readers, those who can bear it, to think and to see … "On the mind's eye, or on the balls of the eyes, or wherever it is we see what we imagine, or imagine what we see...