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- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPhoenix
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2012
- Dimensions5.5 x 0.92 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-101780220421
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Over a writing career that spanned three decades, Philip K. Dick (1928-1982) published 36 science fiction novels and 121 short stories in which he explored the essence of what makes man human and the dangers of centralized power. Toward the end of his life, his work turned toward deeply personal, metaphysical questions concerning the nature of God. Eleven novels and short stories have been adapted to film; notably: Blade Runner (based on Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?), Total Recall, Minority Report, and A Scanner Darkly. The recipient of critical acclaim and numerous awards throughout his career, Dick was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2005, and in 2007 the Library of America published a selection of his novels in three volumes. His work has been translated into more than twenty-five languages.
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This story is written almost stream-of-consciousness so you have to kick back, relax and go with the story. The story is set "in the future" from 1977, which still happens to now be in our past - 1994. Fred, a cop, is undercover in a druggie-filled house under the name of "Bob Arctor". He is trying to figure out who is dealing a powerful drug, Substance D. When he's in the police station, to hide his identity, he wears a "scramble suit" - a full body outfit that hides who he is. Nobody at the cop station - including his boss - knows what he really looks like. They only know he's assigned to a certain druggie-filled house. So shortly into the story he's told by his boss to focus on a certain person in the house - Bob. I.e. himself.
The house is set up with cameras and audio recording houses, so soon Fred (the cop) is watching videos of Bob (the druggie, the same person) hanging out with his friends and having really long, nonsensical conversations. But are they really nonsensical? They worry about narcs (which is valid). They worry about being watched (which is valid). In twisted ways, many of the things they ramble about are true, that many "normal" people wouldn't have picked up on.
Being a Philip K Dick story, there's a twist, and the story ends on a realistic note, not a Hollywood one. But as always Dick gives you the sense that things really can get better, if the average person just reaches out and tries.
I can see why some people have problems with this book. It's not a straightforward plot of X happens Y happens Z is the reason. Instead, it's a complex interplay of personalities. Each person in the story has a rich world both in reality and in their fantasy mind. Part of what Substance D does is split the brain into parts so that a person can literally believe two things at once ("the gas tank is full" and "the gas tank is empty"). So sometimes when Fred is at the police station he knows that his undercover personae is Bob - and sometimes he completely forgets and thinks Bob is one of his druggy friends that he distrusts. Barris, one of the druggie house-mates, seems both a brilliant scientist and a completely inept crazy. He sits and watches as another druggie chokes to death, timing his call to the police so that he gets all the glory of reporting the tragic death. Donna, the only female in the story, sometimes has brilliant ideas and at other times seems completely lost. One of the druggies is obsessed with bugs - so another druggie dutifully helps him collect up the imaginary insects to bring in for scientific review. Both are shocked when the jars later are empty.
This isn't just a story about "drugs eat your brain, drugs suck". The book talks a great deal about how most of the people were hooked involuntarily and are now stuck with the addiction. It shows how those who supposedly help people break their addiction are heartless and cruel. The other members of society discard the druggies as being worthless, abandoning an entire group of their population to certain death. The druggies expect to steal from each other, lie to each other, and eventually die - sooner rather than later. It's not just a problem with the drugs. It's a problem with the entire society and how it treats those who have been hooked.
So a lot of the story is told in the small interactions with people. How Bob feels about Donna, his girlfriend who does't like to be touched. How Barris likes his friends while activly plotting their destruction. How the feelings which are real interleave with those which are imaginary. As hard as any character tries to pin down "what is really happening', reality shimmers. In one scene Bob sleeps with a random girl he met - and thinks for a moment he slept with Donna. Even later, in the police station, watching the recording of the scene, he sees that same vision. Is his basic sense of reality so skewed that it cannot be distinguised from the things he sees? Do any of us know what we really see - or what we think we've seen?
I really did love many of the scenes in the book, including the classic 10-speed-bike scene. How each character reacts to the situation is priceless. They each have their own agenda and motivations.
This isn't a murder mystery where the end of the book wraps up everything neatly and explains why each person did what they did. In fact, the book ends with a list of Philip K Dick's actual friends and family who were harmed or killed by drugs. He includes himself and his ex-wife on the list. The book is an insight into what drugs really do to groups of people - and what our society suffers as a result. It's a wake-up call for people to start caring - and to start listening.
One could argue that Reality certainly IS something that overtakes us, like chance, chaos, and coincidence, but, other than being subjugated by it--how can we truly KNOW it? Our senses, our perceptions, of reality, are 'neural maps' of the constant temporal feed of stimulation. These maps are not the territory. The subjective sense of a thing is not the thing itself. The actual territory can only be dreamed, imagined, or partially known through our neural maps. That makes 'reality', an abstraction.
Reality, when it isn't running us over--merely seems, 'Just So'. This is the way in which we view our environment, "as through a glass, darkly". For, if our 'sense' of reality is a 'cognitive framework', then, to the extent that we may alter our cognitive framework, we imagine we alter our reality.
And if we use drugs that efface our cognitive framework into oblivion, we are left with the reality of a featureless void. Is reality empty? What is really going on? If reality is an abstraction, then why does the world make so much sense to us? Even Einstein pondered this riddle. The Ancient Greeks even had a word for it: Logos. But 'Who' is really in charge? Is it the Bilderbergs? The Trilateral Commission? The 3 sisters known as the Fates? Do we have the fingerprints of the Illuminati on file?
A sample of their DNA?
Phillip K Dick has educated me that the so called lunatic who thinks he has swallowed an H-bomb my not necessarily be as crazy as the team that rushes to manufacture plutonium into H bombs or the groups that finance them. Or the citizens that passively accept a reality in which those who govern them amass H-Bombs, or specify certain substances to be illegal, like a leaf or a flower, or a mushroom, and then enable concealed forces to both supply those certain substances for an enormous profit, while simultaneously attempting to enforce the laws against them, thereby controlling the distribution game, and who gets to take profits, and be a player, and who gets to die, or go to prison fortresses. And the zoned out public? They become as cattle, too stoned to make it to the election polls, and too disinterested to care about stolen elections.
Phillip K Dick has taught me that to suspect wheels within wheels within wheels is no crazier than to simply accept wheels within wheels within wheels, uncritically, without challenge or wonderment.
A Scanner Darkly asks significant questions for the serious minded. Why did the world wide epidemic of drugs parallel the rise of the CIA? Who was Al Hubbard, really? Is there a secret game being played between law enforcement, drug distributors, and drug victims? To what end?
Can reality be trusted? And if you can't trust reality, what can you trust? As Soren Kierkegaard expressed it: "The Truth is an uncertainty, passionately held."
Philip K Dick seems to ask, in a crazy world, which delusion is more preferable? What is YOUR delusion of choice? What are the little lies you tell yourself that make YOU brave and happy?
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In the authors notes at the end, Dick confirms this book is just written about the effects of taking drugs and there is no greater meaning to it. However, there were many themes here that resonated with me, decisions, consequences of decisions, authoritarianism, schizophrenia and ultimately the life of a junkie.
This is superbly written; playful, tragic, funny with great characters and a superbly unfolding narrative which really helped hold of me.
Superb stuff.

My feelings, thoughts and general impressions are somewhat mixed and a tad perplexed.
I have undoubtedly experienced far more positive "vibes" while reading this book.
However, can't say it was without it's weird sharp turns and corners.
I mean, mentally.
Felt somewhat... Not sure if I'll be able to pick the right word for it.
But one that pops right to mind at this very instant, is "BENDING".
Yes, that is getting very close to describing this book succinctly.
It is "MENTALLY BENDING".
I've read quite a few decent science fiction writers.
One thing is solidly CERTAIN just as a CONCRETE pavement ...
Philip K. Dick is like no other author I have ever read.
His style of writing is beyond unique.
It is simply incomparable.
I'll be looking forward to reading more of his books.


Not a review, prompts to my thoughts/mind.
Sad in that people make choices and are not always able to change it at a later date.
Addiction is a horrible & destroys lives & families.
Remembering friends should be enough but is it?

The 2006 amimotion picture (the closest term I can construct that does the unique art style of this wonderful justice) captures the atmosphere of the novel almost perfectly, but the extent of Robert Arctor's downfall is most apparent in this prose.
Goes down as one of my favorite novels, and I even wrote my coursework on it.