It looks like the Library of America is going to have a second volume of Philip K. Dick novels edited by Jonathan Lethem. It seems like it was only last Fall I was blogging about the first volume, and it was. They must have gotten great sales from that first volume–makes a great stocking stuffer in the holidays, no doubt.
PKD is the perfect writer for that institution to memorialize in this post-postmodern minute. I am not knocking the process or the result in any way shape or form. But I do have to wonder if PKD, in his most prolonged vacations from reality, foresaw anything like the Nachleben he has been afterliving: a Hollywood big-shot on the one hand, spawning movie after movie, and on the other hand a canonized establishment author, his pulpy paranoid operas (paranoperas?) entombed in those beribboned black permabooks. Not even he could have made this stuff up.