Junky
Burroughs surely deserves more credit as a guerilla ethnographer than a literary author.
Drug Culture
Fun House
Fun House actualized the claims that rock ‘n’ roll was the devil’s music. As crystal-clear a death knell of the utopian-minded 1960s as anything.
Post Office
There’s plenty of other hippie/stoner/loner/existentialist/nihilist literature with more substance than this.
Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said
If taken at face value as a throwaway PKD meditation on the nature of reality it is adequate. Dick’s novels are always about ideas. Not sentence construction, dialogue, pacing, or narrative cohesion.
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
Dick’s straightforward and decidedly unpoetic prose is remarkably effective at disorienting the reader, as well as inducing unease.