Philip K Dick
The Times of London celebrates the work of Philip K Dick, who died 25 years ago.
 ”When I met Phil Dick in the spring of 1974, he was living in a small, rented apartment in Fullerton, California, with his fifth wife and their baby, desperately broke and worried that the Internal Revenue Service was out to get him. Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said – his 28th novel – had just been published to great acclaim, he was one of the greatest science-fiction writers alive, yet he had no money.”