Bathroom graffiti in Iowa City bars involves dick insults of a different kind.
In other Philip K. news, his (android) head is still missing.
And Gary Indiana says, in a review of A Scanner Darkly: “Linklater comes [close] to the real Dick, but that’s not the same as getting close to the real Flaubert or the real Faulkner. At the risk of infuriating his fan club, Philip K. Dick is the kind of superior hack whom cultural relativists would like us to consider a protean artistic force. In reality, he saw what the future’s real unpleasantness would look like — no small achievement — and filled its depiction with little people whose fate is a matter of indifference, their conflicts inconsequent and their lives rather abitrary.”