There’s an insightful and well-written article about Philip K. Dick in the recent New Yorker, which you can find on-line here. Dick has become quite the literary darling in recent months due to the release of an anthology of his works by a major American publisher. Suddenly his status as pulp icon has evolved into something with more solidity. The article sees him in a romantic light, and discusses the conundrum of the prophet/hack dichotomy he’s been burdened with. If he were alive today, he’d probably think it was a conspiracy. Or a hoax.