"Jeem Hahpah, I know deez man. Deez were Green Berets outta Fort Bragg. Vaht da hell were dey doing heyah?"

I just want to add my $0.02 to this: Boooooooo!

Hey, no one's saying you can't dislike it. Maybe you have a point that we're missing. PKD isn't for everybody.

It did for me, thanks. And I get that, I do. Doesn't "jar" me personally, but that may be an extent to which I'm giving him a free pass for such an excellent (and emotionally exhausting) read.

"… maybe it's a broader commentary on the masks we all wear in the workplace, and how most of us are different people in the office—even around co-workers we consider friends—than we are among the friends we choose for ourselves."

I think it's also cheating to dismiss a book based on the assumed conclusions you may have reached. The ending is still very ambiguous, and presuming much more means you must have a special insight into PKD's head, which is literally difficult since it dissolved into worm shit nearly 30 years ago.

JVS - possibly true, depending on how closely you read the afterword from the regular story and read them as one piece. Personally, I do not. My interpretation is simply that PKD is giving a final eulogy to friends who deserved (moreso in his opinion) better legacies than dead junkies, souls who annoyed people at…

I think what Zach and Leonard have nailed down is that the book successfully broadcasts the mindset of an addict. I can't speak fully as an addict, but as someone who's done plenty in the selfish service of meaningless "escape". The sense Dick leaves the reader is one much better than some rich, "you-are-there"…

So are AV Club writers feeding the trolls now?
It took weeks for folks 'round here to acknowledge "Starz" existence.