Another Philip K Dick book, another masterpiece. One of his least scifi books. I assume that a lot of the dialog and situations come from actual personal experience or first hand accounts related to PKD by others. I enjoyed this a lot more than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I don't have any personal experience but it all felt very real. Imagine a bunch of people whacked out on drugs who have just bought a 10-speed bike that only had 7 gears and wondering who had stolen the other 3 speeds. There is some dialog that you just can't make up.
This is my fourth or fifth PKD book and they've all been brilliant. What a tragedy that this man died as young as he did. How many more masterpieces could he have turned out if he had lived 20 more years. I'm already dreading the world where I have no new PKD books to read.