I read The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, and Sean and David's Long Drive over the long weekend. The first one was a little too non-SF-y for my tastes, but I liked the second lots and lots. And the last one was brilliant, a couple of neurotic Gen-Xers driving around Australia for a month. So, yeah. I'm nearly out of Dick, though.