and while the first one has been called one of the most disgusting books ever written, I was able to get through it fine, whereas Dhalgren was pretty hard to get all the way through, because it was frankly boring as hell much of the time. Maybe there’s something I missed, some sort of deep allegory for where America was in the mid-1970s, and I remember some of the atmosphere being effective, but honestly, I don’t think I’d ever feel like reading it ever again.

I haven’t read any of these other people besides Dick, though I’ve seen some of the movies, and hey, I’ve listened to some Hawkwind, and Moorcock was associated with them now wasn’t he?

And yeah, the Blade Runner documentaries I watched on the DVD set pointed out what all that movie was up against in 1982, and that year’s summer has been pretty well preserved for future generations more than just about any year. (I’d nominate 1993, 1994 and 1996 as well, but that’s just because I was there.) Don’t forget Ridgemont High.