I remember when I first read his book on the jedi’s knight, when i was 13 in fact. I came some days ago back to Philip K Dick through a nice wandering within a library, and told myself “what the hell, the backcover sounds compelling” and I did enjoy reading this book: Ubik by Philip K Dick, written in the seventies, one standard perhaps, did not know it, my path crosses his again now.
SF, and in this, pure SF, has this inner power to reveal the deepest fantasy we have in our lives of simple humans, so entering the mechanism of thoughts, rethought, and structure this architecture another way, in the full dimensions of our Freudian inside, space dimensions, time dimensions, and inner thought dimensions.
I wasn’t thrilled by the blockbuster from last year “Inception” from obvious reasons, too much for too little. In true scale from 1 to 10, I would rate it personally at 3, “The Cell” stays in front at the top 6. I did midly enjoy 10 years ago, or so, cannot remember exactly when, and that is the point where memories play its trick, happy to witness it everytime.
I leave you discovering it, if you haven’t read it yet. I did find it sometimes too complex, sometimes too simple, once the reframe done, definitely pleasant to lose yourself in various assumptions. And well, I did enjoy coming back to SF for one book, and it was a good one. With the same feeling I had reading some of Dan Simmons, especially carrion comfort series, one nice stop as well, the previously last book of pure SF I ve read.
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