Life Less Literary

I found an audiobook of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the other week, listened to it in the car on the way to Weymouth and back. I’ve never actually read the story, although I seem to remember Sanjida urging me to do so once when we lived together in Bristol. But Bladerunner was one of the first films I videoed off TV, and so I must have watched it dozens of times (the original, non-director’s cut, although I did go and see the later version in the cinema. Possibly twice. In fact, I’ve a feeling I saw it with Sanjida, which could be how the conversation came about).

So listening to the audiobook was simultaneously an exciting new experience and a nostalgic trip down memory lane. Synapses dead these past 15 years started to fire again, I really started to miss that damn film, would love to see it again, (and, hey, look: it’s just been voted the best sci-fi film of all time). But at the same time I realised (yeah, Sanjida was right. Again) how much more complex the story is than the film it inspired. Glad I got there eventually, even if I haven’t read it off paper quite yet.