Reading again
Spent another day primarily reading: spin-the-head mixture of Philip K. Dick sandwiched with Kerouac directly after Tortilla Flats with some light Zelazny alongside. Dick's uncertain realities mixed with Kerouac's stream-of-consciousness narrative—period-bare prose—after Steinbeck (who is an undeniable stylist, though more conventional than Dick or Kerouac) was a confusing mixture. Kerouac's Subterraneans and Dick's VALIS were so eerily similar (not narrative, but on some fundamental, subconscious level of my brain) that I am still having trouble untwining their strands, what was from Kerouac's beat drug scene, and what was from Dick's riding of California counter-culture wave that was influenced by Kerouac. I don't even know much about the two writers and how culturally they were related, but that's how it seems to me. Anyway, it was a crazy ~450 pages of reading today.