A Maze of Death | ||||||||
Philip K. Dick | ||||||||
Gollancz, 506 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Martin Lewis
In this universe of empirical theology, a small group of colonists wait on an alien planet. They do not know why. They all
believe that as soon as the final colonist joins them they will at last discover why they have been sent there. This is not
to be. Just like the Telephone Hygiene Officers in Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide, the reader is left with a nagging
feeling they have simply been selected for this mission because no-one else wants them.
The last two colonists to arrive -- Talltree and Morley -- are our initial viewpoint characters. I say initial viewpoints
because after less than a quarter of the book Talltree is killed. This is gives you a good idea of the sort of book Dick is
writing: his characters are not his real concern. Talltree is the first to die but by no means the last. In some
ways A Maze Of Death resembles that horror template: put half a dozen people in a house and chop them up. Here though
the agent of their despatch is a shadowy metaphysical force rather than an axe murderer.
In The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction John Clute describes this book as "a bleak, poisoned exercise in theology,
which has been described as his single finest work." This was my favourite Dick novel as a teen but re-reading it now is
disappointing. The theology is little more than a mish-mash of stoner philosophy; a handful of centuries-old arguments
regurgitated without sophistication onto the page. It is the sort of thing you could imagine the characters from
A Scanner Darkly coming up with on Bob Arctor's couch. This perhaps explains its adolescent appeal.
This is not the only problem the modern reader faces. Whilst Dick's writing evolved in some respects -- his prose became
more expressive, he was able to introduce humour -- other aspects stayed rooted in the 50s pulp magazines in which he
started his career. It is ironic that he dedicates the book to his daughters because the female characters here are
decidedly regressive. This, along with his nudge-nudge wink-wink approach to sex, is probably the biggest problem with
his body of work as a whole. Although a sharp and sympathetic observer of women, he remained locked in the mindset of
the early Twentieth Century and gender roles in his novels reflect this. Physical beauty is the most important
attribute a women can possess.
The novel also ends with a gimmicky twist. As a general rule this is a bad idea and it initially seems that this is
the case here too. However it is the bleakness that Clute alludes to that saves it and imparts a final sting in its tail:
Martin Lewis reviews for The Telegraph And Argus, The Alien Online and Matrix, the newsletter of the British Science Fiction Association. He lives in North London. |
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