The Philip K. Dick reader

476 pages

English language

Published Nov. 8, 2001 by Pantheon Books.

ISBN:
978-0-375-42151-8
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OCLC Number:
49421787

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Philip K. Dick was a master of science fiction, but he was also a writer whose work transcended genre to examine the nature of reality and what it means to be human. A writer of great complexity and subtle humor, his work belongs on the shelf of great twentieth-century literature, next to Kafka and Vonnegut. Collected here are twenty-one of Dick's most dazzling and resonant stories, which span his entire career and show a world-class writer working at the peak of his powers. In "The Days of Perky Pat," people spend their time playing with dolls who manage to live an idyllic life no longer available to the Earth's real inhabitants. "Adjustment Team" looks at the fate of a man who by mistake has stepped out of his own time. In "Autofac," one community must battle benign machines to take back control of their lives. And in "I Hope I …

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A sizeable and varied collection

Some of the stories in this collection are very good; many, underwhelming. Regardless, it is interesting to see Dick mature as a writer, refining concepts and themes over the course of years while improving his dialogue and getting rid of other weaknesses in his prose. The sensibilities displayed—the appreciation for humanity, the questioning of pre-established order, the subjectivity of reality, among others—are well-elaborated and presented in a way that naturally invite critical examination. Even in the earlier stories, the ones most closest to sci-fi pulp, there is a degree of intentionality that makes it clear that Dick was aspiring to do something beyond simply entertaining and trying to say something with his works. While I think that his longer-form works are better, overall, these shorts and novelettes are worth checking out for those who like his other works.

Review of 'Selected Stories of Philip K. Dick' on Goodreads

1) "'This is an unusual situation,' the Speaker said. 'You see, the person you are after—the person that we are sending you to find—is known only by certain objects here. They are the only traces, the only means of identification. Without them—'
'What are they?'
He came toward the Speaker. The Speaker moved to one side. 'Look,' he said. He drew a sliding wall away, showing a dark square hole. 'In there.'
Conger squatted down, staring in. He frowned. 'A skull! A skeleton!'
'The man you are after has been dead for two centuries,' the Speaker said. 'This is all that remains of him. And this is all you have with which to find him.'
For a long time Conger said nothing. He stared down at the bones, dimly visible in the recess of the wall. How could a man dead centuries be killed? How could he be stalked, brought …

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Subjects

  • Science fiction, American