When Hollywood wants a futuristic, paranoid thriller where nothing is what it seems, the studios reach for the work of one man. This week, Philip K. Dick continues his reign as Hollywood's idea spigot, with a remake of Total Recall. More PKD films are in the works, and there's no shortage of material out there.

Our favorite meme today is the one where people list their top 11 science fiction novels from the 1960s. It started over on Science Fiction Ruminations and then spread to Yellow and Creased. And there are some great, great recommendations in there. I'm struck by the diversity, with the two lists I've seen thus far…

Over at Shelfari, they're discussing "the worst books of the good authors" in science fiction. Including lone clunkers by Asimov, Heinlein and Niven. What are your least favorite books by your favorite authors? [Shelfari]

It used to be, science fiction took place in the future and fantasy in the past. But lately, more science fiction takes place in the past. So we can't help wondering whether there'll be more fantasy set in the future.

In the waning days of the U.S.S.R., Russian animators turned their eyes toward short stories written by science fiction authors like Ray Bradbury, Stephen King, and Robert Silverberg. The results are crude, experimental, and oddly beautiful.

A classic population explosion novel, Robert Silverberg's The World Inside, with a contrarian point of view and lots of sex, will soon return to print — and could be the subject of an upcoming HBO series.

Arthur C. Clarke's big, famous novels are "dull, slow and passionless," but you have to admire the fertility of his imagination, writes Robert Silverberg. But there's still something to love about an early Clarke novel, Against The Fall Of Night.

With some networks offering mixed signals about their futures with science fiction, we may increasingly rely on cable for compelling television about the future. Fortunately, HBO is stepping up, developing two new science fiction series with X-Files alum Frank Spotnitz.

Why is Robert Silverberg's Dying Inside not spoken of in the same breath as Philip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint, or John Updike's Rabbit Run?