Happy Birthday, Philip
Today Philip K Dick was born in Chicago, in 1928. Too short a life, but such a wonderful legacy. To name just three:
Wow.
The Man in the High Castle
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
A Scanner Darkly
"I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist; my novel & story-writing ability is employed as a means to formulate my perception. The core of my writing is not art but truth. Thus what I tell is the truth, yet I can do nothing to alleviate it, either by deed or explanation. Yet this seems somehow to help a certain kind of sensitive troubled person, for whom I speak. I think I understand the common ingredient in those whom my writing helps: they cannot or will not blunt their own intimations about the irrational, mysterious nature of reality, &, for them, my corpus is one long ratiocination regarding this inexplicable reality, an integration & presentation, analysis & response & personal history."
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