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Overview

Many thousands of readers worldwide consider Philip K. Dick to have been the greatest science fiction writer on any planet. Since his untimely death in 1982, interest in Dick's work has continued to mount and his reputation has been enhanced by a growing body of critical attention. The Philip K. Dick Award is now presented annually to a distinguished work of science fiction, and the Philip K. Dick Society is devoted to the study and promulgation of his works. This collection includes all of the writer's earliest short and medium-length fiction (including several previously unpublished stories) covering the years 1954-1964, and featuring such fascinating tales as The Minority Report (the inspiration for Steven Spielberg's film), Service Call, Stand By, The Days of Perky Pat, and many others. Here, readers will find Dick's initial explorations of the themes he so brilliantly brought to life in his later work. Dick won the prestigious Hugo Award for best novel of 1963 for The Man in the High Castle and in the last year of his life, the now-classic film Blade Runner was made from his novel Do Androids Dream Electric Sheep? The classic stories of Philip K. Dick offer an intriguing glimpse into the early imagination of one of science fiction's most enduring and respected names.

Since his untimely death in 1982, interest in Philip K. Dick's works has continued to grow, and his reputation has been enhanced by an expanding body of critical appreciation. This fifth and final volume of Dick's collected works includes 25 short stories, some previously unpublished.

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Editorial Reviews

Washington Post
Philip K. Dick is awe-inspiring.
Wall Street Journal
More than anyone else in the field, Mr. Dick really puts you inside people's minds.
Washington Post
Philip K. Dick is awe-inspiring.
Wall Street Journal
More than anyone else in the field, Mr. Dick really puts you inside people's minds.
Publishers Weekly
Police Commissioner John Anderton finds himself at the mercy of his own crime-prevention system when the prescient precogs he's hired to stop crime before it starts peg him as a soon-to-be murderer in Philip K. Dick's masterful short story The Minority Report. This slim volume is top-bound like an office account and perfectly timed—the movie version, directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Tom Cruise, is due out this summer—but whether fans will shell out the dough for a single short story that's available in various collections remains to be seen. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
VOYA
This minor novella, first published as part of a posthumous collection by one of science fiction's greatest writers, has been brought back into print after several decades because Steven Spielberg is making a film of it starring Tom Cruise. The story concerns John Anderton, who runs a police force that uses precognition and computers to identify who is going to commit crimes and stop them before they occur. One day, while explaining how the system works to his new assistant, Anderton discovers that he himself has been listed as someone who will commit a murder within the week if he is not stopped. Certain of his own innocence and convinced that he is being framed by enemies unknown, Anderton attempts to flee but soon finds himself a pawn in a complex military plot to discredit the precog system and overthrow the civilian government. The story features several of Dick's standard preoccupations—antigovernment paranoia, psychic phenomena, and multiple time lines, not to mention dangerous and untrustworthy women. Although the story was effective in its day, its technology is badly dated. The government's advanced computers, for example, spit out punch cards and store information on tape. To make this somewhat superannuated story feel more timely, it is being published in an odd format, bound at the top like the kind of notebook favored by police officers in the field. It is not a bad story by any means, but teen interest in it is likely to be limited to Spielberg fanatics. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P S A/YA (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult and Young Adult). 2002, Pantheon, 112p,
— Michael Levy
Library Journal
Encompassing 34 years and over 100 stories, this collection of the short fiction of the late author provides a retrospective of his contribution to sf literature. Arranged chronologically (with publication history and, in some cases, Dick's own commentaries at the end of each volume), the progression from early stories such as ``The Preserving Machine'' (1953) to ``The Little Black Box'' (1964) and ``Frozen Journey'' (1980) traces the development of one of sf's most eccentric and articulate minds. Highly recommended for any library whose budget can afford the price. JC
School Library Journal
ea. vol: 400p. Underwood-Miller. 1987. set: $125. ISBN 0-88733-053-3. LC number unavailable. YA Dick is not just a good craftsman of short stories, but a successful writer of short science fiction stories. These vignettes will expand readers' points of view and challenge usual cultural assumptions. This collection traces Dick's growth as a writer, and also the application of major sci/fi themes over the 30 years between his first story in 1952 and his last in 1982. Thermonuclear war, xenophobia, and the tension between man and technology are among the recurring motifs. Each volume contains brief notes that date the stories and offer some context from the author's perspective. The price may seem high, but it compares favorably with the investment many libraries have in Heinlein and Asimov. These books lend themselves to ``cover-to-cover'' reading, an unusual feat for a five-volume collection. Dorcas Hand, Episcopal High School, Bellaire
Publishers Weekly
Published between 1954 and 1963, these 18 works by legendary science fiction pioneer Dick are loosely linked by a core dystopian vision of a ravaged Earth, rife with inequality and struggling to accommodate a once-celebrated technology. The author’s trademark Möbius strip structure shapes “Explorers We,” the story of astronauts who return to Earth again and again and are never given the hero’s welcome they expect. “Service Call,” a rare Dick story set in the 1950s, features an everyman attempting to alter the future, while an earnest repairman from that future tries to foil him. Dick’s prescience is apparent in “The Mold of Yancy,” in which a bland morality is media-fed to an uneasy population via a virtual folksy ideologue, and in “The Days of Perky Pat,” in which the survivors of a nuclear war are obsessed with recreating an elaborate virtual replica of their lost world. The power of Dick’s storytelling rests in how completely his vision provokes the reader’s own disquieting sense of unease with the evanescent boundaries of reality. (Sept.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375421877
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/14/2002
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 112
  • Product dimensions: 4.78 (w) x 7.99 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Philip K. Dick was born in Chicago in 1928 and lived most of his life in California. He briefly attended the University of California, but dropped out before completing any classes. In 1952 he began writing professionally and proceeded to write thirty-six novels and five short story collections. He won the Hugo Award for best novel in 1962 for The Man in the High Castle and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said. Philip K. Dick died of heart failure following a stroke on March 2, 1982, in Santa Ana, California.

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The first thought Anderton had when he saw the young man was: I'm getting bald. Bald and fat and old. But he didn't say it aloud. Instead, he pushed back his chair, got to his feet, and came resolutely around the side of his desk, his right hand rigidly extended. Smiling with forced amiability, he shook hands with the young man.

"Witwer?" he asked, managing to make this query sound gracious.

"That's right," the young man said. "But the name's Ed to you, of course. That is, if you share my dislike for needless formality." The look on his blond, overly-confident face showed that he considered the matter settled. It would be Ed and John: Everything would be agreeably cooperative right from the start.

"Did you have much trouble finding the building?" Anderton asked guardedly, ignoring the too-friendly overture. Good God, he had to hold on to something. Fear touched him and he began to sweat. Witwer was moving around the office as if he already owned it—as if he were measuring it for size. Couldn't he wait a couple of days—a decent interval?

"No trouble," Witwer answered blithely, his hands in his pockets. Eagerly, he examined the voluminous files that lined the wall. "I'm not coming into your agency blind, you understand. I have quite a few ideas of my own about the way Precrime is run."

Shakily, Anderton lit his pipe. "How is it run? I should like to know."

"Not badly," Witwer said. "In fact, quite well."

Anderton regarded him steadily. "Is that your private opinion? Or is it just cant?"

Witwer met his gaze guilelessly. "Private and public. The Senate's pleased with your work. In fact, they're enthusiastic." He added, "As enthusiastic as very old men can be."

Anderton winced, but outwardly he remained impassive. It cost him an effort, though. He wondered what Witwer really thought. What was actually going on in that closecropped skull? The young man's eyes were blue, bright-and disturbingly clever. Witwer was nobody's fool. And obviously he had a great deal of ambition.

"As I understand it," Anderton said cautiously, "you're going to be my assistant until I retire."

"That's my understanding, too," the other replied, without an instant's hesitation.

"Which may be this year, or next year—or ten years from now." The pipe in Anderton's hand trembled. "I'm under no compulsion to retire. I founded Precrime and I can stay on here as long as I want. It's purely my decision."

Witwer nodded, his expression still guileless. "Of course."

With an effort, Anderton cooled down a trifle. "I merely wanted to get things straight."

"From the start," Witwer agreed. "You're the boss. What you say goes." With every evidence of sincerity, he asked: "Would you care to show me the organization? I'd like to familiarize myself with the general routine as soon as possible."

As they walked along the busy, yellow-lit tiers of offices, Anderton said: "You're acquainted with the theory of precrime, of course. I presume we can take that for granted."

"I have the information publicly available," Witwer replied. "With the aid of your precog mutants, you've boldly and successfully abolished the postcrime punitive system of jails and fines. As we all realize, punishment was never much of a deterrent, and could scarcely have afforded comfort to a victim already dead."

They had come to the descent lift. As it carried them swiftly downward, Anderton said: "You've probably grasped the basic legalistic drawback to precrime methodology. We're taking in individuals who have broken no law."

"But they surely will," Witwer affirmed with conviction.

"Happily they don't—because we get them first, before they can commit an act of violence. So the commission of the crime itself is absolute metaphysics. We claim they're culpable. They, on the other hand, eternally claim they're innocent. And, in a sense, they are innocent."

The lift let them out, and they again paced down a yellow corridor. "In our society we have no major crimes," Anderton went on, "but we do have a detention camp full of would-be criminals."

Doors opened and closed, and they were in the analytical wing. Ahead of them rose impressive banks of equipment—the data-receptors, and the computing mechanisms that studied and restructured the incoming material. And beyond the machinery sat the three precogs, almost lost to view in the maze of wiring.

"There they are," Anderton said dryly. "What do you think of them?"

In the gloomy half-darkness the three idiots sat babbling. Every incoherent utterance, every random syllable, was analyzed, compared, reassembled in the form of visual symbols, transcribed on conventional punchcards, and ejected into various coded slots. All day long the idiots babbled, imprisoned in their special high-backed chairs, held in one rigid position by metal bands, and bundles of wiring, clamps. Their physical needs were taken care of automatically. They had no spiritual needs. Vegetable-like, they muttered and dozed and existed. Their minds were dull, confused, lost in shadows.

But not the shadows of today. The three gibbering, fumbling creatures, with their enlarged heads and wasted bodies, were contemplating the future. The analytical machinery was recording prophecies, and as the three precog idiots talked, the machinery carefully listened.

For the first time Witwer's face lost its breezy confidence. A sick, dismayed expression crept into his eyes, a mixture of shame and moral shock. "It's not—pleasant," he murmured. "I didn't realize they were so—" He groped in his mind for the right word, gesticulating. "So—deformed."

"Deformed and retarded," Anderton instantly agreed. "Especially the girl, there. Donna is forty-five years old. But she looks about ten. The talent absorbs everything; the esp-lobe shrivels the balance of the frontal area. But what do we care? We get their prophecies. They pass on what we need. They don't understand any of it, but we do."

Subdued, Witwer crossed the room to the machinery. From a slot he collected a stack of cards. "Are these names that have come up?" he asked.

"Obviously." Frowning, Anderton took the stack from him. "I haven't had a chance to examine them," he explained, impatiently concealing his annoyance.

Fascinated, Witwer watched the machinery pop a fresh card into the now empty slot. It was followed by a second—and a third. From the whirring disks came one card after another. "The precogs must see quite far into the future," Witwer exclaimed.

"They see a quite limited span," Anderton informed him. "One week or two ahead at the very most. Much of their data is worthless to us—simply not relevant to our line. We pass it on to the appropriate agencies. And they in turn trade data with us. Every important bureau has its cellar of treasured monkeys."

"Monkeys?" Witwer stared at him uneasily. "Oh, yes, I understand. See no evil, speak no evil, et cetera. Very amusing."

"Very apt." Automatically, Anderton collected the fresh cards which had been turned up by the spinning machinery. "Some of these names will be totally discarded. And most of the remainder record petty crimes: thefts, income tax evasion, assault, extortion. As I'm sure you know, Precrime has cut down felonies by ninety-nine and decimal point eight percent. We seldom get actual murder or treason. After all, the culprit knows we'll confine him in the detention camp a week before he gets a chance to commit the crime."

"When was the last time an actual murder was committed?" Witwer asked.

"Five years ago," Anderton said, pride in his voice.

"How did it happen?"

"The criminal escaped our teams. We had his name-in fact, we had all the details of the crime, including the victim's name. We knew the exact moment, the location of the planned act of violence. But in spite of us he was able to carry it out." Anderton shrugged. "After all, we can't get all of them." He riffled the cards. "But we do get most."

"One murder in five years." Witwer's confidence was returning. "Quite an impressive record . . . something to be proud of."

Quietly Anderton said: "I am proud. Thirty years ago I worked out the theory-back in the days when the self-seekers were thinking in terms of quick raids on the stock market. I saw something legitimate ahead-something of tremendous social value."

He tossed the packet of cards to Wally Page, his subordinate in charge of the monkey block. "See which ones we want," he told him. "Use your own judgment."

As Page disappeared with the cards, Witwer said thoughtfully: "It's a big responsibility."

"Yes, it is," agreed Anderton. "If we let one criminal escape—as we did five years ago—we've got a human life on our conscience. We're solely responsible. If we slip up, somebody dies." Bitterly, he jerked three new cards from the slot. "It's a public trust."

"Are you ever tempted to—" Witwer hesitated. "I mean, some of the men you pick up must offer you plenty."

"It wouldn't do any good. A duplicate file of cards pops out at Army GHQ. It's check and balance. They can keep their eye on us as continuously as they wish." Anderton glanced briefly at the top card. "So even if we wanted to accept a—"

He broke off, his lips tightening.

"What's the matter?" Witwer asked curiously.

Carefully, Anderton folded up the top card and put it away in his pocket. "Nothing," he muttered. "Nothing at all."

The harshness in his voice brought a flush to Witwer's face. "You really don't like me," he observed.

"True," Anderton admitted. "I don't. But—"

He couldn't believe he disliked the young man that much. It didn't seem possible: it wasn't possible. Something was wrong. Dazed, he tried to steady his tumbling mind.

On the card was his name. Line one—an already accused future murderer! According to the coded punches, Precrime Commissioner John A. Anderton was going to kill a man-and within the next week.

With absolute, overwhelming conviction, he didn't believe it.

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Table of Contents

Autofac 1
Service Call 21
Captive Market 37
The Mold of Yancy 53
The Minority Report 71
Recall Mechanism 103
The Unreconstructed M 117
Explorers We 147
War Game 157
If There Were No Benny Cemoli 173
Novelty Act 191
Waterspider 217
What the Dead Men Say 245
Orpheus with Clay Feet 289
The Days of Perky Pat 301
Stand-By 323
What'll We Do with Ragland Park? 339
Oh, to Be a Blobel! 359
Notes 375
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2003

    A Well-Written Quick Read

    With the hardback edition clocking in at just 103 pages, Philip K. Dick's 'Minority Report' is a well written, quick read. Like his own 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep' and much of sci-fi literature in general, it hints at a dystopian future in which technology may yet get the best of mankind. In 'Minority Report,' mutant humans with the ability to see into the future drive police computers used to prevent future crimes. But the potential for abuse of this technology raises interesting moral questions with social and political dimensions. Part sci-fi and part 'who-done-it' (or rather 'who-might-do-it')of crime fiction, 'Minority Report' captures some of the best elements of both genres. And while it's true that Dick packs plenty of possibilities into 103 short pages, this reviewer strongly disagrees with previous claims that the book is difficult to follow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2002

    Definitley Worth Seeing

    A little confusing but definitley worth watching, this movie is very suspensful and will keep your mind going throughtout the entire showing. I really liked it and Tom Cruise is magnificant as usual.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2002

    If You Have Seen Spielberg's Movie and Want More, Go Away!

    This book is a fantastic but confusing narrative in which a cop whose crime-fighting system, designed to psychically catch criminals before they commit their crimes, is accused by his own system of intending to murder a complete stranger. John Anderton has no one to trust, and has to stay one step ahead of his own men, who are frantically trying to catch him, as he learns why his system made a mistake. Both the story and the ending are full of surprises and, not surprisingly, neither the bulk of the story nor the nature of its ending have much in common with Spielberg's film.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2002

    Very Interesting

    The book is hard to follow at first because the movie storyline and characters are a little Different.(the whole reason I read this was because I saw the Steven Spielberg Film and It was awesome.)But towards the end I really liked It. But the ending is horrible.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2002

    A Must Read!

    amazing book, if you enjoyed the movie, you will love this book!

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