So that's why no one's leaving comments!
Before I forget, thanks to Crystal for posting this very nice bio of Philip K. Dick on her blog today. PKD, uneven though his oeuvre might be, nevertheless left us with The Man in the High Castle, a highly atypical take on the what-would-have-happened-if-the-Nazis-won-the-war scenario, and a wealth of other thoughtful and thought-provoking novels, many of which had their plots wiped clean to become vehicles for trash actors like Arnold the Schwarz and Tom Cruise (who, I'll have you know, is even shorter than I am). My personal favorite: PKD's Valis trilogy , a one-of-a-kind fusion of SF with Gnosticism. (And how, I wonder, might the last 2000 years have played out, had the Gnostics gained the upper hand? I wonder if PKD ever considered writing that one.) Something happened to Dick -- was it a dream? A drug-induced hallucination? I don't know, but he turned it into three novels. And thanks to Debi for pointing out that folks needed a blog to post comments here. Has to do with the settings, dearest. I had it on some sort of bloggers-only setting, but that's been changed. Now, anyone and their uncle can leave comments. Here that? You have no excuse. (No, Debi, not you. And sorry, again, that I turned you into a double bloggerer. How I love that word . . . bloggerer.) Note to the non-blog-savvy: click on 'Archives' to pull up the full list of April posts. D. PS Good writing day. 1250 words, and I finished the chapter. I feel good about it, with reservations. PPS Chief reservation: I might feel awful about it. Haven't made up my mind yet.