the forgotten dick
May. 7th, 2007 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adelaideseanPeople continue to talk up and make movies of the work of Philip K. Dick, but no one ever mentions my favourite novel from his large and uneven oeuvre: Maze of Death, which I like not just because it marries a dated but still interesting take on religion with Dick's unique knack for naming things, but also because it's Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None on acid.
The scene in which the surviving characters confront a mysterious building and each mis-reads a sign above its main entrance--in their own unique way--is one of my favourites in SF literature.
The day they make a movie of this book, I'll be torn between dancing in the streets and weeping (the latter because, given Hollywood's track-record in this area, it'll probably be shite).
The scene in which the surviving characters confront a mysterious building and each mis-reads a sign above its main entrance--in their own unique way--is one of my favourites in SF literature.
The day they make a movie of this book, I'll be torn between dancing in the streets and weeping (the latter because, given Hollywood's track-record in this area, it'll probably be shite).
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Date: 2007-05-08 01:38 am (UTC)