Lately I’ve been reading The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick. As mentioned in an earlier post, I needed to set it aside for a bit. But after detouring with a Tony Iommi autobiography and two grim but well-written British crime novels, I’m close to finishing what is my first Dick book.
Published in 1962, The Man in the High Castle is based upon the premise that the Germans and Japanese won World War II. The novel traces a series of characters and references a novel within the novel, The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, that describes the actual War result as we know it. Does your brain hurt yet?
At the heart of Dick’s novel, however, at least in my view, is the theme of what constitutes history – the actual event or our various interpretations of the event and its related figures. This book resonates with me now because our son Ethan has turned into something of a history buff and regularly asks me questions about 1970s and 1980s-era headline grabbers. Without completely relying on Wikipedia, I field Ethan’s queries on Jimmy Carter, the Iran Hostage Crisis, and Margaret Thatcher, among other figures and events.
Like many of us, I’m my own harshest critic so I regularly try to determine the veracity of my answers. But the fact is that I am not giving Ethan “answers,” per se. I’m providing him with my interpretations of history. And the same holds true with today’s hot button topics. Whether it’s gay marriage, gun control or the civil war in Syria, it’s a fine line between where the actual history ends and our interpretations, or narratives, of history begin.
One of the bitter ironies of Philip K. Dick’s career is that he never lived to truly experience success, not to mention the respect of his peers and general public. Dick suffered a fatal stroke months before Blade Runner, the Ridley Scott cult classic based on his 1968 novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sleep, was released. Film adaptations of Dick’s work have today accumulated over $1 billion in revenue and he is widely respected for his prescient futuristic visions. Yet he died obscure, hobbled by financial troubles and several failed marriages.
It’s a harsh reminder that history is always left up to others to determine.