This is the last of Tessa B. Dick's self-published books about her ex-husband, Philip K. Dick, before she passed away. It essentially contains memories of her life with Philip K. Dick, in no particular order. They appear to be jotted down randomly, maybe as they came to her, and were clearly never re-read or edited. Typos are rampant. Certainly you get a bit of an idea of what it was like to live with Philip K. Dick as his grip on reality was loosening and he was beginning to flirt with, well, insanity. But the whole thing appears to have been typed up in a hurry with no notion of a thread. There is also a fair amount of repetition, which again would have been caught had the text been re-read just once. The result is an inconsequential curiosity that is of interest only to the most die-hard of PDK fans.
The book gives insight into PKD's behavior, and thats valuable for those newly acquainted with the author and want to play and comprehend with the ideas in his texts. Of particular interest is Dick's argument with a doctoral student (and some others) who argue with PKD over the meanings of his work.
Id consider this book a narrated bibliography for those wanting to trace some of PKD's influences.
Well-intentioned, but ultimately thin on the ground in regards to new information about the latter stages of Dick’s life. The author seems at pains to stress the part she had in contributing to the writing of A Scanner Darkly. As other reviewers have mentioned, the book doesn’t seem to have been edited by a third-party, and there are some glaring factual errors, too.
An insight so intimate and so enticing. The moments described you live within. Knowing a lot of people who discus their psychedelic experiences, you can see where all this stems from. But having to deal with it for all those years, by its side. Unreal. Brilliant writing, tone and shifting views.