Had he lived, my favourite author would be 84 years old today. I know I go on and on about my LIST of favourite authors, and I may have many that I absolutely adore (you’ll see me talk about this later this week when I wrap up the Naughty and Nice lists), but if a gun was held to my head and it was demanded that I CHOOSE JUST ONE, I wouldn’t even hesitate before naming Philip K Dick.
One of the best parts about having a favourite author that wrote and wrote and wrote is that even now (over 30 years after his death), I still haven’t read everything he published. I hate the thought of coming to the end of that list more than I can tell you. I don’t want to reach the end of the road. I don’t want there to be nothing left to look forward to.
Which is why for the last few years, I’ve only allowed myself to read one or two of his works that is unfamiliar to me each year. I can’t run out. Or, I should say that I don’t WANT to run out of his books. That will be a bittersweet day for me.
Anyway, to celebrate the (too short) life of my very favourite of all favourite authors, today I’m taking a book of his I haven’t allowed myself to read yet off the shelf.
If you don’t see much of me today, it’s because I’m falling into Counter-Clock World.
While I’m gone, go listen to some awesome music inspired by his work. I know I’ve already talked about it before, but go listen to ieatpants’ The Empire Never Ended, and maybe this Japancakes song.
