Much better than film
Read this having seen the film. It is much better than the movie, with a plot that is perfectly explained and an ending that makes sense
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.
"This has been a novel about some people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow. We really all were very happy for a while, sitting around not toiling but just bullshitting and playing...??
@dystopianaut My shelf-full of Dicks - too long to fit them all on the Dick pick! (I promise I'll stop with that, now 😂)
Holy calamity it's #virtualinsanity - time to suit up! Bob Arctor/Fred bears witness to the destructive nature of Substance D by posing as an addict.
This vision of a troubled near future is loosely inspired by Philp K Dick's own experiences with drugs.
#aprella @Mdargusch @Reviewsbylola @emilyhaldi @Cinfhen
#eyecandygiveaway part 2! The centrefold shows the contrast in design choice. There‘s a great YouTube video via one of the Folio Society newsletters, with one of the editors chatting to the illustrators 💚💙❤️📚
I just finished listening to this and while it's not horrible, it just wasn't for me. I've never been able to get drawn into stories that mostly deal with drugs and somehow missed that, that is what this book is completely about. Decent writing, just didn't find myself caring about anyone really.
The title explained! And I guess that means we are cursed, at least if Arctor is right in his analysis. But at this point there is little reason to think Arctor right about anything!
It's a bit hard to find words to describe this book, especially so soon after finishing... In some parts it is darkly funny then pages later heartbreakingly serious. The afterword by the author shows how personal this book was to him. It is a snapshot of life as a drug addict with hints of growing mental illness set against a slight sci-fi backdrop. I'll be thinking about this one for a while.
Justice and honesty are not properties of this world, she thought; and then, by God, she rammed her old enemy, her ancient foe, the Coca-Cola truck, which went right on going without noticing. The impact spun her small car around; her headlights dimmed out, horrible noises of fender against tire shrieked, and then she was off the freeway onto the emergency strip, facing the other direction, water pouring from her radiator...
I've loved this novel. It's weird, dark and very psicological. It's also a weight travel into the degradation of human because of drugs. There are lots of religious reference, most of them ravings, but the work is crossed by a deep, even if weak, vein of hope. The final dedication to his friend is touching.