Wired has a pretty good article on Philip K. Dick (or Horselover Fat, as he liked to refer to himself) and the increasing amount of Hollywood movies based on his work. Apart from Bladerunner, I’ve always been disappointed by what Hollywood has done to Dick’s work. Seems to me, if you’re going to make a movie based on a novel fueled by paranoia, fear, and hopelessness, it should probably be a paranoid, dark movie.
But of course, angst-ridden meditations on reality and humanity don’t make blockbusters, so the scripts are altered with grafted-on happy endings and–naturellement–chase scenes.
As much as I love Dick’s novels, the biggest problem is always that they exist more as concepts than works. If he’d taken a bit less speed and if he’d been popular enough that a good editor was assigned to him, there’s no telling how good it could have been.
For those looking for more on Dick, I highly recommend Divine Invasions, a really moving biography of this tortured soul.
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After all these years, Nic still can’t understand the American attitude to healthcare.
A sci-fi and fantasy heavy installment that includes The Valedictorian of Being Dead, The Mastermind, Broadsword Calling Danny Boy, Tiamat’s Wrath, The Raven Tower, The Liberation, The Light Brigade and Cryptonomicon.
Includes The Incomplete Book of Running, Aching God, The Murderbot Diaries, Lies Sleeping, The Consuming Fire, and Rendezvous with Rama.
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