I'm ashamed to say that this was my first Phil Dick novel. This book, published after Philip's death, was allegedly semi-autobiographical. It dealt with his personal "experiences" in 1974. From this book, I can only conclude that Phil came to Jesus Christ. His President F.F.F. (666) is a carbon copy of today's Presidents. FAPers are now, in our...
more I'm ashamed to say that this was my first Phil Dick novel. This book, published after Philip's death, was allegedly semi-autobiographical. It dealt with his personal "experiences" in 1974. From this book, I can only conclude that Phil came to Jesus Christ. His President F.F.F. (666) is a carbon copy of today's Presidents. FAPers are now, in our time--our reality--called Homeland Security. Aramchek indeed. VALIS help us all. I was deeply impressed by his notion of a perpetuated Imperial Rome--the Empire lives, as you can tell from our adaptions of Lady Liberty, the Eagle, Capitol Hill, our Bohemian Grove Caesars... Each day we see the Republic die, before our very eyes--Dick was disturbingly accurate. I can see much of Orwell in this novel as well--especially in the FAPer Vivian Kaplan. In Heinlein's words, "What a slitch!". I don't want to present the wrong picture here--there is much schizo-paranoia-mind-f'n-theorization in this book. It is beautifully genius. Go my brothers and sisters, grow the egg within your head so that you may live eternally. Pinky made me very sad, and appreciatively mindful of all life. Where the hell is Dick's android? Misplaced, my ass.
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