Just finished Philip K Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep". Enjoyed it for the most part, though some of the stuff towards the end I got lost in/annoyed by. I've always found Dick's more surreal bits to be very hard to follow, though thankfully this time things stayed (mostly) grounded/sober. My bigger issue is that it ended up feeling too much like a ham-fisted faith allegory, of which I've had more than a lifetime's fill of. Maybe that's just my current state and not the common vibe or intention from it though.
I'm also stumbling around William Gibson's "Neuromancer" but having a very hard time with it, despite being well acclimated to the cyberpunk tropes it popularized. Something about Gibson's style/flow just isn't clicking and I find myself completely lost in what the point of anything he's describing is, only sometimes realizing in retrospect. Perhaps most unexpectedly it's not the cyberspace interpretation (or jargon, etc) that throws me either. The whole thing just feels very disjointed.
Finally, and seemingly perpetually, I'm picking my way through my battered copy of Mark Z. Danielewski's "House of Leaves" that I've trucked around for the past 25 years. Not necessarily a fun read, but nonetheless a fascinating puzzlebox of literary art that my brain is the perfect/worst fit for. I'm very glad I don't smoke anymore because the paranoia this journey would cause would obliterate what few bits of me remain.