Into the heart of America, zenomax's IJ thread.
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PKD's writing flows and grabs you. It's rhythms are concordant. DFW's writing is not rhythmic (or perhaps the rhythms are longer in structure and I will not see them until much later). You do have to work at understanding the disjointed narrative in IJ. But that in itself as a good thing.
The key to me in both books is the notion of the reality behind reality. By setting both books in a recognisable, but slightly different universe, both authors seem to be alluding to the nature of reality.
I like the way DFW has characters notice the quotidian (Hal noticing the smell and sound of the toilet where he has been restrained, Erdedy noticing an insect's movement on shelving). There is definitely something in my mind about people who notice what others do not. This invariably means noticing both the everyday things that are so familiar that no one else thinks of them, and the numinous or surreal or transcendent.
I think here of Schwitters who produced collages of found objects on one hand, and a merzbau which took up most of his house and which was so surreal that few could understand his obsession.
It will all unfold/there's a world going on underground....
I can only bring to mind Sherlock Holmes and Stephen Maturin as others who have had a 'problem' with drug addiction. I'm not sure Holmes ever deals with it? Nor do I recall him ever confronting it. Maturin, being an intellectual and introvert rationalises his addiction to himself. Others fleetingly express concern although he barely seems to register this other than to decry the error of their viewpoint.
In TMITHC marijuana appears to be a legal substance so it doesn't seem to have the same baggage.
Your intuition is on to something there. Check out my post here if time permits on IJs structure: http://www.librarything.com/topic/92291#3698014
Off to breakfast. Back in a bit ...
The reaction of a particular reader to a particular book at a certain moment in their life must be quite unique, and never something one could judge in advance.
I wonder what is yet to come for me in this book.