A few years after Riders of the Purple Sage, I read this rather different novel. The copy that I read then is the one that I still have, a plain looking Doubleday hardback with a grey cover. I was fifteen or sixteen at the time and I didn’t know what to make of it. It’s been a long time since then, but I think it’s fair to say that I was both attracted and repelled by this story of a seemingly powerless hero in a bleak world.
Philip K. Dick published the bulk of his work in the fifties, sixties and seventies. Since then there have been more than a dozen films and several TV series based on his work. Stephen Spielberg (Minority Report) , Paul Verhoeven (Total Recall), and Ridley Scott (Blade Runner) are among those who have directed Dick inspired films. But the great majority of these adaptation were made twenty or more years after the time the stories were written. It took a while for America to catch up to where Dick seemed to know it was headed. And the adaptations have not stopped yet. As I write this in early 2018, there continue to be new productions: HBO has just released a new season of The Man in the High Castle and Amazon Prime has just begun streaming a series called Philip K. Dick’s Electric Dreams which consists of ten one-hour films based on Dick short stories.
I read The Three Stigmata twice more over the course of time and with the dubious advantages of age and maturity, I came to see it as a story of how romance (in all senses) survives in a post-romantic world. This is perhaps a key problem for us now. The novel gives us a vision of a world dominated by faceless entities, a world in which many of the old social interactions have been replaced by impersonal encounters with machines. In this new world humans are still connected, but they are connected via totally new forms of social interaction, mediated by technology and controlled by corporations with their own agendas. Sound familiar?
In some sense, writers of historical fiction, science fiction and fantasy fiction aren’t really writing about the imaginary worlds that they create. Instead, they are using those worlds as metaphors to illuminate their own world–the world of their own time and place. The outrageous thing about The Three Stigmata is that some of the metaphors that Dick used to illuminate the early Sixties have turned out to so closely resemble actual things that happened to his world a half century after that time. In another 50 years will even more of his metaphors turn real? Or will all those artificial limbs and genetically restructured brains remain imaginary?
At fifteen, being both ignorant and innocent, I knew nothing of this. I didn’t much like or understand the ending of the book and I had little desire to read any more Dick novels. Still, I did not let go of that hardback copy.
And when I did read it again, I liked it much better and started to want a lot more of Philip K. Dick. I read several of his novels–he wrote tons–and at one point I had five or six of them in my 32 feet of books. Besides the Stigmata the only one I’ve kept is Clans of the Alphane Moon. It’s another first edition, but this one an Ace paperback from 1964. It has advertising pages that interrupt the text at pages 96 (Contac cold medicine, Black Velvet whiskey) and 128 (True cigarettes). The low-rent ambience of the edition complements the story quite nicely.
Clans is about a planet in the distant future that once was a galactic mental hospital but which eventually developed into an independent culture composed of half a dozen clans, each one descended from a different diagnosis and treatment group. And that’s just for starters. It turns out that their world is up for grabs in a galactic power struggle involving a number of typical Dickian characters. The world of Clans is definitely more complicated than that of Riders of the Purple Sage, but the underlying theme of the two novels is strangely similar–the quest for what Leonard Cohen called “a decent place to stand.” The two novels resolve that quest in fundamentally the same manner: by the main protagonist making a conscious choice to set himself apart from his society.
Is that what all these remaining novels have in common? Naw, that would be too easy. Still, çok ilginç as the Turks would say. Very interesting.