We had high expectations for season one based on Phillip K. Dick’s novel, and its ten episodes didn’t disappoint, not one little bit. Which raised expectations for the second season even higher, at the same time that the risks increased dramatically (pun intended): Season two is in unwritten sequel territory now. Dick’s novel is no longer a guide. Now the game isn’t just to do a screen adaptation that does justice to a master work, it’s to write another master work.

So far, so good. Three episodes in to the twenty episodes in the second season, and I’m enthralled. Perhaps even more so than the first season. One of the early reviews I read asserted that the show can’t be binge-watched, and I agree. There’s so much going on in each episode that I find I need to let a day go by, a little bit to think about it, but a lot just to give the memories time to solidify before I lay down another track on top. I think if I tried to binge-watch MitHC, I might end up only remembering what happened in the last couple of episodes.

So far, The Man in the High Castle‘s second season looks to be at least as fantastic as the first season. See it.