As I think I mentioned in an earlier post, I am convinced that chance acquisitions of books are always worth it. For one thing, interesting books have a way of being there one week and gone the next. So when I found a copy of I am alive and you are dead in a branch of the Soho Bookshop, I just had to buy it, and my theory was proved right. It’s a really good read, and a moving account of Philip K. Dick‘s life, which at times I found unbearably painful. I used to read a lot of Dick’s books among other SF, but his are the only ones I keep coming back to, for the complexity of his ideas – they are also very funny, which most SF isn’t. Apart from Thomas M Disch, who wrote a hilarious story called White Fang Goes Dingo, in which country music saves the human race from benign enslavement by super-cultured aliens!