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Book cover for Ubik
โœ’๏ธ Philip K. Dick (1969)
๐Ÿ›ธ Metaphysical
๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ Chris Moore
โœจ 3/5

In a future world where psi and anti-psi powers are for hire, where objects are smart and require micropayments, where people are frozen at the moment of death to live out a prolonged half-life, we have a murder mystery wrapped in a speculation on the nature of reality.

Interesting ideas abound in the first half of the book leading up to an assassination on the moon. I liked the first half. It was a slightly unhinged view of the future which Iโ€™d like to have seen explored in more depth. Unfortunately, our characters were flat and unengaging, weโ€™re often explicitly told what to think about them rather than letting them show us, and theyโ€™re mostly memorable for a sartorial Cambrian explosion where everyone seems to dress like a child run amok in the dress-up box (I particularly enjoyed these, both men: โ€œtweed toga, loafers, crimson sash and a purple airplane-propeller beanieโ€ and โ€œfuchsia pedal-pushers, pink yak fur slippers, a snakeskin sleeveless blouse and a ribbon in his waist-length, dyed white hairโ€).

Dick is great at riffing, spewing forth rough ideas without explanation or exploration - whatโ€™s a crypto-chrome-plated reclining chair? It sounds fun but it doesnโ€™t make for deep worldbuilding or a clear mental picture for the reader.ย 

In the second half, post-assassination, the book changes tack as we descend through altered realities. We miss the opportunity to explore the future as our characters seemingly travel back in time - our protagonist moves aimlessly from location to location with little plot development while he tries to figure out the answer to whatโ€™s going on. Eventually the confused answer to the mystery is expositorially revealed with questions left unsatisfyingly hanging. As you can tell, I was much less enamoured by the latter half.ย 

This was an interesting setup of a future with its psi tug of war and extreme capitalism, which wasnโ€™t followed through, and a psychoanalytical reflection on the nature of reality, which had potential but was confusingly obscured by the narrative misdirection of the murder-mystery plotting. A fun read, but not a memorable one.

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Reviewed by: Mark Cheverton