The recent PKD Festival in Colorado gets a write-up in io9, the online sf website.
The following comment caught my eye:
Finally, Lord Running Clam did his damndest to convince us that Dick’s writings contain the secrets of the Universe. But, for the most part, we already knew that.
If there’s one thing we should have learned from reading PKD and his letters, it’s that PKD is not an answer-man but a question-man. His life and writings (the two being so intimately tied together) are not insights into the arcana of the universe, but a never-ending obsessive testing and rejecting of themes and explanations. This is so overwhelmingly obvious from his work (just read his letters, volume 6 of which have finally been published) that it seems as if people must deliberately read their own desires into Dick.
