Wednesday, June 27, 2012
The exegesis of Philip K. Dick
Kirkus Reviews
A dyspeptic dystopian's mad secret notebooks,
imposing order--at least of a kind--on a chaotic world. "The majority of
these writings…are neither familiar nor wholly lucid nor, largely,
elegant," write editors Lethem and Jackson. That's exactly right. But it
is a measure of the esteem in which the late science-fiction novelist
Philip K. Dick is held in the literary world that Lethem and Jackson
could be brought into this vast disorder--a project, in its own way,
rather like the frankensteining of David Foster Wallace's Pale King,
and with many of the same conditions present: a vastness of notes, a
hint of a complete system (in this case, partially imposed by a previous
editor) and the impossibility of that completeness without much
posthumous help. And that complete system is surpassing strange. Dick
writes of a critical moment in 1974, "at the initial height of the ‘Holy
Other' pouring into me, when I saw the universe as it is, I saw as the
active agent, a gold and red illuminated-letter like plasmatic entity from the future,
arranging bits and pieces here: arranging what time drove forward."
Very well, then. That entity--perhaps, the editors whisper, a
manifestation of epilepsy, though perhaps not--seems to have confirmed
Dick's suspicion, which lies at the heart of so much of his work, that
the world we inhabit is an elaborate ruse and that any freedom we have
is illusory: "We are being fed a spurious reality"; "one cannot sense
that reality is somehow insubstantial unless somehow, unconsciously, one
is comparing or contrasting that reality with a kind of hyper-reality;
otherwise the intuition makes no sense." A blend of diary, notebook,
ledger, blotter and back-of-envelope scribbles, Dick's "exegesis" of
that reality ranges from sublime philosophizing ("Our sin is
self-centered monocamerality") to chronicling (among other things,
Richard Nixon's last days in office) to strange ranting. In short, it's
in perfect keeping with his body of work at large. Fascinating and
unsettling. Still, at more than 900 pages, this will test the
mettle--and the stamina--of even the most devoted of Dick fans.
Copyright Kirkus 2011 Kirkus/BPI Communications.All rights reserved.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Taken
A patron at Peninsula raved about Robert Crais, and said this is his latest work. Kirkus is not thrilled: For some reason, the normally reliable Crais (The Sentry, 2011, etc.)
doesn't trust his story, loaded with the promise of vigilante heroics
and nonstop violence, to deliver the goods. So he jazzes it by
pulverizing it into sections that leap back and forth in time and among
different points of view (e.g., "ELVIS COLE: four days before he is
taken"). The result is to loosen the logical links that connect one set
piece to another and recast the whole story as if it were a string of
trailers for a dozen hellacious summer movies.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Wherever I wind up
A patron asked for this book (5/30/12); seemed interesting. And then, Dickey pitched a marvelous game yesterday, Saturday 2 June.
Day After No-Hitter, Dickey Puts Up More Zeros
New York Times - 19 hours ago
R. A. Dickey saw the ninth inning of Johan Santana's no-hitter with a towel wrapped around his head, because he could not bring himself to ...
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