Pstalemate

Harry Bronson seemed an ordinary enough young man, a clever engineer with an inventive turn of mind and a passionate distaste for the claptrap of extrasensory perception and psychic phenomena of all kinds. But there were oddities in his background, chief among them the fact that he remembered not a thing of his life before the age of ten. And also, that he was loaded for bear with psi powers. For Harry, as he was horrified to learn, was a natural telepath, a clairvoyant, and a master of precognition of astonishing powers. He was not alone, for it seemed that New York harbored a fair number of telepaths of varying degrees of ability. And like all telepaths, Harry was surely going mad. How Harry came to understand his powers and the limitations they imposed on him, how he laboriously traced his antecedents (and found his mother in an asylum, his father practicing as a quack), how he sought to avoid instanity, the inevitable fate of the adult telepath, and how he found help from an unexpected and wholly alien source make up a story more tense, more real, and more dramatic than any book in the field since The Andromeda Strain.