reading Doctor Blooodmoney by Philip K Dick. I read Whatsis of the Alphane Moon recently, which had some cleverness but rather plangently obeyed those usual rules of novel necessity, that is, resolution at all costs. for all that, DB is a really fine evocation of post-nuke civ. Dick pushes too much along with character thoughts, but his sense of and sensitivity concerning the sitch is quite wonderful. I also read some interviews with him, that took place soon before he died. he was a wound up space shot, tho not in the messianic sense of L Ron Hubbard. His lucidities are compelling. he says he enjoys writers block nbecause, him being so obsessive, it affords him a respite. he mentions a 3 years period during which he wrote 18 novels, all of which were published. he was in a rush, no doubt, but there is an integrity to his work, his oeuvre, I mean. his characters are so much better than what I deem the average is lot in scifi. tho his science and situations are intriguing, Arthur C Clarke's characters are all pure duds. and that's a fair standard for the genre. the Mars trilogy by Kim Stanley Robinson (I think) posited some beautiful organics but his characters are crap. and the list goes on. so Dick's character depth is to be honoured. a fun thing with Dick, his futures are circa 1979 or so. anyway, I am surprisingly glad I did this little jump into Dick's work. I guess I had ought to look into Delany now.