The Religious Experience of Philip K. Dick by R. Crumb

For Dick, all facts must be dynamited free from the banal, oppressive systems which bind them, and put back into play. For this difficult task, paranoia comes in handy. “I’m out of step. I should yield to reality. I have never yielded to reality. That’s what sf is all about,” reads the preface to The Golden Man (1980) a collection of Dick’s stories. The paranoid, like Mr. Tagomi in High Castle, takes nothing for granted, and knows that “We’re blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing.”

Joshua Glenn, Hermenaut, Philip K. Dick (1928-1982)

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