What I find incredibly impressive about PKD is that his prose is really, really plain. It’s meat and potatoes straightforward and very rarely has flourishes.

But, using that straightforward prose, he can drop out the bottom of reality better than any other writer I’ve ever read. There’s a few moments in UBIK specifically that are singularly terrifying in the vein of a schizophrenic break. The solid, reliable reality of things just breaks, and it’s deeeeeeeply unsettling.

Everyone dismissing this out of hand, do yourself a favour and read Gnomon.

It’s wildly ambitious and batshit crazy fun.