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@2"DIVINE INVASIONS" REVIEW
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I just finished Lawrence Sutin's "Divine Invasions" (plural) which is his biog
of PKDick. Zowie!
I can`t remember who put me on to it- sorry, I've forgotten who it was, but
many thanks- and to begin with I felt a bit iffy about it; I thought Sutin was
trying for too much interpretation and not enough straight fact. But he's done
the work, covered the territory. It's all there, or at least it seems to be.
Apparently PKD predated Tim Leary in kick-starting and then sustaining the
chemical entrancement industry on the West coast. He was also amazingly
similar, in his concerns and views of the world, to the mainly American members
of an SF club I once belonged to (longer ago than you might think possible).
The point is that I never imagined that they, or at least their paranoia, would
survive leaving school (unless they joined the Fourth International) but PKD
just kept on keeping on.
I would have liked more direct quotes from the many PKD wives and women; there
are some, but they seem to stop when they get really interesting, which is I
suppose inevitable given that they're usually talking about catastrophe. Still,
his ghastly adventures with his wives are very revealing. Especially with his
third wife Anne, who sounds okay to me, and his mother who doesn't. Actually
his mother sounds rather interesting, and their problems were more a
consequence of the fact that like all parents she had to bring him up when
*she* was young too and had all the inflexibility and theoretical nature that
(with luck) disappears with age; by then of course it's too late and the damage
is done.
It was fascinating to see in Anne the pretty close prototype of three of his
most appalling characters- the wife in "Clans of the Alphane Moon", Kathy
Sweetscent (wife again) in "Now wait for Next Year" and the sister in "Diary of
a Crap Artist". In fact she sounds like a reasonable, competent, bourgeois
woman who had her head screwed on straight, but Phil had her committed to the
funny farm for five weeks against her will, tranked on Stelazine (there's not
enough slagging off of PKD's psych- "doctor X" staying out of the limelight and
maybe saving Sutin a lawsuit or two) and then had her tested for madness. Of
course she emerged as perfectly sane; Sutin thinks PKD did it from the most
loving of reasons; probably so, for a madman. Dick of course used the incident
of testing in "Clans of the Alphane Moon" except that in this case the Anne
figure initiates the testing of her husband, who turns out to be sane while
*she* is deeply disturbed- exactly the opposite way about to his own life. It
made a good incident in a great book, but according to Sutin PKD would turn the
incidents in his life round like this in real life, and may have believed
himself some of the time. Other times, he would look at his own actions quite
dispassionately, but he really does seem to have had a lot of trouble with
reality. Apparently there are 8000 manuscript pages of an "Exegesis" which he
wrote over several years. Sutin quotes some of it. I kept on wondering if, even
in California, someone will get round to sorting it out and publishing some of
it. I admit that, from the examples he quotes, I wouldn't be able to get
through one page.
Something that's just a bit disappointing, not about the biog but about PKD
himself, is that much of the attraction of his books turns out to be because he
was as daft as a brush. Totally out of his tree. The wonderful weirdness is
straight reporting, the dreadful messy relationships that make his books unique
in SF are really reports from the front line. I find that a pity, as I had
thought that there might be more actual *art* in there. Still, he turned his
problems into wonderful stories, so there's no real complaint. And the
obsession with human goodness, which was the up side of his spiritual madness,
produced Mercerism and the wise autonomic cabs which give his stories a
dimension missing in almost all other SF (and, to ride a hobby horse, totally
missing from the movies of his stories).
I shall have to go back and try to read my copy of 'Valis'- if I can find it.
Last time, I stalled on about page three. Maybe page two.
Anyway, I'm glad I read Sutin's book.
Peter Ceresole