I DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP MOVIE

My original idea was to attempt to recreate that original reading with a fifth of Jim Beam, but wisdom precludes that possibility. Reading is freakin’ hard when you’re in that state, and I’m not even talking about the part where the words get blurry.

I DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP MOVIE

Someone about 15 years younger than me should try it out.) About halfway through a bottle of Jim Beam alone in a hotel room, SportsCenter or whatever dumb movie is playing on TBS start sounding like great options, right after you order in some Domino’s. (Hey, this sounds like a great scientific experiment. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? has persisted in memory in grim defiance of the obliterating effects of alcohol, which makes me wonder, slightly, if I’m not confusing the movie and the book.Īfter all, how many books do you think you could keep concentrating on through an ever-thickening bourbon haze, and actually finish? I’d wager 1 in 20. Now, as I discussed last month, that’s also the case with, well, almost every other book, I’ve ever read, but those were owing to the normal tug and pull of memory and forgetting. But they catapulted me into a world where everything old was new again, and I could once again be thrilled with a PI chasing the bad guys down dark city streets.Īll of which is a roundabout way of saying that I don’t really recall much of the book’s substance. Perhaps a bigger fan of sci-fi and fantasy than myself doesn’t end up so mesmerized by such a glossy and grim reworking of the old tropes. What I remember is a story that reproduced, amplified, and exploded all those old noir tropes. Thus my comprehension levels were not, shall we say, quite where they ought to have been. Worse still, I read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? in one sitting while working pretty hard on a bottle of bourbon in a hotel room in a strange town several time zones away from home. Dick) that I read on my original white Kindle, replete with typographical errors, weird squiggles, and non-existent paragraph breaks. Worse yet, it was a pirated ebook (sorry, estate of Phillip K. But I digress.) And while Blade Runner is maybe my favorite film of all time - I own like two DVDs these days, and one of them is the Blade Runner: The Final Cut - for whatever reason, I’ve only read the book that inspired it all once, some years ago. (Any more than the sure-to-be mediocre movie sequel will resemble the greatness of original.

Yes, I know the movie and the book barely resemble one another. Dick to do me a solid and put the “wheee!” back in “reading.” I mean, the movie was a barrel of monkeys, after all. It’s time to have some fun! While I greatly enjoyed Iris Murdoch’s magnum opus The Sea, The Sea, it would be an exaggeration to say that the book entertained, exactly. Sign up for our newsletter to get submission announcements and stay on top of our best work.

I dream of electric sheep