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A Work of Rare Brilliance, 27. November 1999
How does one even begin to describe this amazing book? As others have pointed out, there is little in the novel by way of plot or action, and I would also add that as a literary stylist P.K. Dick was no Marcel Proust. The ending of the book is deeply flawed, in my opinion, and gives one the impression that P.K. Dick simply ran out of steam and didn't quite know how to end the story.
...And yet...and yet..."The Man in the High Castle" remains a work of rare genius, despite all of the flaws within it. Very rarely does one came across a book so thought provoking, so moving, so well endowed with insight into the natures of men. P.K. Dick might as well have been writing a critique of the America or the Soviet Union of his own day, for all the insight he brought to bear in this alternative history.
Dick's description of life as a citizen of an occupied country rings with an accuracy that is usually possible only for one who has experienced the humiliation of subjection oneself. Robert Childan might as well have been an African-American or an Indian living under the Raj, and his feelings towards himself and his masters would have been little different. If the America of the present day or the India of the British colonial era hardly seem the moral equivalent of what life might have been like under the Japanese, it is only because those whose tales are told are the conquerors', not because of any moral superiority inherent in Anglo-Saxon life.
Dick's gives an indication of how many Japanese of the WWII generation must feel about the United States' post-war occupation and its eternally self-serving justifications of its own actions. If the Co-Prosperity Sphere was a sham, what are we to make of America's occupation of the Phillipines after that country's war of independence from Spain? How to reconcile America's support for the French colonial presence in Vietnam in the 1950s and 1960s with its avowed mission to halt Japanese colonial expansion in the late 1930s? What can explain away American support for Jonas Savimbi, Mobutu Sese Seko, Fidel Marcos and countless other unsavory, thieving butchers the world over? Could it be - Heaven forbid! - that for all the brutality of the Japanese' campaigns in East Asia, we have been every bit as immoral as they were? "The Man in the High Castle" dares to say "Perhaps so," and it is for this heretical notion that it deserves a 5-star rating and more.