"He lived a long time ago, but he is still alive."
VALIS is a book that I keep wanting to throw at people, as in projectile-flying-object. Or, I want to take hold of the book by the middle, each flap to each arm and jump off the Synanon building, relying on Philip K. Dick to transmigrate into the book and help me fly into the sky, towards the satellites above--or, if I were feeling adventurous (beyond the first layer of bravery in jumping from the building by book) I'd let it go, falling from satellite to bone, right through the Earth's atmosphere. Maybe I would land by an ocean, and I could build a raft out of the skeletons in the dust-bone world of kipple and decay.
While reading, I am gasping and having to put the book down, giddy at the wisdom or turn of events. Giddy in a cosmic, synchronistic way--like what reading Robert Anton Wilson's Cosmic Trigger (which is even mentioned on page 185) did to me the first time.
Some of my favorite passages:
"About this time two new propositions entered Fat's mind, due to this particular conversation.
- Some of those in power are insane.
- And they are right." (pg. 62)
"Fat returned home by cab, afraid of his own car and wondering if he was nuts. He was, but so was everyone else." (12)
"'Sometimes I dream--'
'I'll put that on your gravestone.'" (220)
"What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane... Fat had lost his own wife, the year before, to mental illness. It was like a plague. No one could discern how much was due to drugs. This time in America--1960 to 1970--and this place, the Bay Area of Northern California, was totally fucked. I'm sorry to tell you this, but that's the truth." (10-11)
"I am the injured and the slain.. But I am not the slayer. I am the healer and the healed." (192)
"Fat told us of a dream he had had recently, in which he had been a large fish. Instead of an arm he had walked around with sail-like or fan-like fins; with one of these fins he had tried to hold onto an M-16 rifle but the weapon slid to the ground, whereupon a voice had intoned: 'Fish cannot carry guns.'" (171)
This is the book that will officially turn me into one who must read all the biographies. I knew I was on this path already, but there's so much I now need to know about Philip K. Dick's real life, and his impressions on it, unblurred by the fictive nature of VALIS. I want to separate the two, exploring the many perspectives he, himself has said and others have theorized. I want to come to a synthesis on not only understanding the events in the book that also occurred in real life, but in understanding the fictional choices Dick has made in creating the novel.
"You see, my son, here time changes into space."
This is a book that for some of us comes at a special time in life, at a point where it couldn't have been read until x things had been digested, read, thought about, or lived through. I don't think I would have been fully ready for VALIS two years ago, two months ago, or two weeks ago. It is a book that for me is happening in this space-time, this perspective from my life. The ethneogenic research I've done personally via experimentation, my own writing & its experimentation, my reading of Robert Anton Wilson, Terence McKenna, William S. Burroughs, Richard Brautigan, Philip K. Dick and his life & work over the past years, and even my somewhat recent acquaintance with everything2 have prepared me in some way to read and understand this book.
When recommending this novel to others, I will stress that if at first you cannot get into it, you may just not be ready for it. It'll come to you when you are ready mentally, spiritually, physically, and intuitively.
"The empire never ended."