"Should conditions conducive to a Dick revival return — and they always do — plenty of material remains for movie adaptations and Library of America anthologies. He wrote 30 short stories in 1952 alone, and probably not even he could have said how many novels he wrote. (Thirty-six is a conservative estimate.) Yet even the relatively small (2000 pages) sampling Lethem has given us in these two volumes can get a little repetitious, though the writing remains fevered, startling, and hilarious. The same motifs keep popping up: drugs, psychiatrists, dead people, petty capitalism, orbiting disc jockeys, tacky artifacts. And, underlying it all, Dick’s trademark high concept: taking what it means to be human beyond what any human can understand."I like the beautifully arbitrary number of novels: 36.
I'm really sorry that Keough can't understand Dick's notion of what it means to be human, but I wish he wouldn't suggest that I don't understand it (or imply that I'm not human).
Note to my readers: I am vacationing with my family on Kauai for the next couple of weeks so the posting will be a bit slower, but don't give up on me. I'll be back soon, tan, rested, and snarky.