Winner of the 1956 Hugo. It feels like an extended short story inspired by Heinlein's time hanging out with actors via his wife's work. It's partly homage to the skill of actors, and partly a thought experiment about what makes a person.
If you can become a character, replicating their mannerisms, opinions and outlook on life so completely as to fool others at what point do you become that character? What if you did that daily for months or years? Where does the character stop and how do you keep yourself separate?
The story and concept isn't bad, but the plot twists and outcome are obvious.
3 stars.
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