The most depressing collection of Dick's short stories that I've ever read. Started on a happy note with "The Short Happy Life of the Brown Oxford" but got increasingly dark and pessimistic. I enjoyed "Holy Quarrel" despite its ominous undertones, but it was a classic PDK short story. "Strange Memories of Death" was depressing given that it too closely reflects my current life situation, facing eviction and worrying about every knock on thhe door. Surprisingly, in the midst of all this darkness and pessimism, I found a short story I'd never read before called "The Alien Mind" and I just adored it -- it may be my favorite PDK story of all time. I work in animal rescue and this was definitely a story where PDK's love of his cats was a main theme. I appreciate that he felt this theme was important enough to feature in one of his stories. "The Exit Door Leads In" is still a wonderful concept although this wasn't the first time I'd read it. "Chains of Air, Web of Aether" was dreary, ominous, oppressive... no fun at all, and not one character in the story had any redeeming qualities. I can't tell you how thrilled I was (yes, that's sarcasm) when I realized that another title I'd checked out of the library, "The Divine Invasion" expanded on this story and made it into a full-length novel. No offense, Mr. PDK, but if your passing meant that we were spared the full trilogy of novels you'd planned around these characters and this theme then maybe things turned out for the best. Dick's female characters are rarely anything other than idealized male fantasies (a la Playboy) or shrewish nags, and Rybus Rommey manages to be a female dying of a teminal illness while simultaneously being so annoying that it's impossible to feel any sympathy for her. I'm sure most of Dick's female characters are a form of revenge against one of his many ex-wives, not to mention, ex-girlfriends. "Rautavaara's Case" did had a nice ironic twist that I enjoyed, although the story itself was a bit brutal. And finally, "I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon" was simply sad... a man so overwhelmed with self-doubt and guilt that it's impossible for him to find any enjoyment in life, and even memories of happy times are soon tainted with his guilt about unrelated situations.
I fell in love with PDK's short stories because they had so much variety and were often whimsical. This collection seemed to be deliberately assembled not to entertain, but to disturb.