Blues For Horselover Fat: William Gibson on Philip K. Dick

From, William Gibson says, “Remarkable the number of Phil Dick’s fans who have no desire to read any other sf. It always impressed me. ‘Well, no, I don’t read that stuff…. But do you know this guy Dick?’ How did they get on to him? Word of mouth…. He was the only product of the American genre sf scene you could give to hardened Burroughs and Pynchon fanatics without wincing a little. Because, at his best, he was truly Dread, the poplit equivalent of certain moments in rock when an improvised guitar line comes scything out at you like a snapped cable and cuts the mind-body dichotomy eight ways from Sunday…. Reading him, sometimes, I’d get this image: man typing at a kitchen table maybe, stoked on dex and twenty cups of coffee, typing fast; just making it all up, and somehow behind it all his admirable desire to drive us all, if only for a few seconds at a time, straight of our wretched minds.”


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One response to “Blues For Horselover Fat: William Gibson on Philip K. Dick”

  1. A scanner darkly? Oh, yeah!

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