Besides the previously mentioned Philip K. Dick book, Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, I've recently also read Confessions of a Crap Artist and The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch. Confessions of a Crap Artist actually is just straight fiction, no sci-fi at all. I liked it quite a bit; it was often funny, occasionally depressing, and the writing was straight-forward and insightful. The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, however, I wasn't very fond of. I have a feeling it was written with Dick was taking entirely too many drugs. It has a disjointed and neurotic feel to it, and the novel moved much too fast. It's the kind of novel where you read it and you feel like you might be coming down with a fever.
Posted by ahyatt at January 18, 2006 06:17 PM