On occasion, my mind is stunned into a stupor. Sometimes it doesn’t take much. Writing about Twilight: New Moon collector dolls sufficed this morning; a thousand brain cells cried out in terror and were silenced.
While in that slack-jawwed state, however, something occurred to me.
There’s no Philip K. Dick Reading Day.
There’s a Tolkien Reading Day, which falls on March 25th.
Joyce fans have Bloomsday on June 16th, for readings of Ulysses.
Shouldn’t there be a PKD Reading Day?
Perhaps stage it on December 16th, in honor of his birth? Call it “Martian Time-Slip” or “Time Out of Joint.” Or maybe not; I’m crap with names.
Someone, though, can make this idea work. Mass, public readings of VALIS or The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldrich.
P.K. Reading Day. Mark your calendars!