A Scanner Darkly

Set in a near future now past this almost feels like nostalgia for the late '60s or early '70s. Bob Arctor and his friends spend their time getting wasted and stoned and admiring the groovy girls who aren't wearing bras under their tank tops. However Bob isn't really Bob, he's Fred an undercover narcotics agent. Fred is investigating who is behind Substance D that is slowly destroying the brains of these mellow druggies. Can Bob/Fred stay undercover and find out or will Substance D ruin him too? The book takes a twist towards the end that I'd forgotten and the Author's Note is genuinely heartbreaking. I'm really glad I gave it a re-read.

I really wanted to like this book, but I found it really boring and just couldn't drag myself through it any longer.

you have to read this in one sitting, if at all possible. two at most.

sA Scanner Darkly is a tale of drug addiction and the damage it can do to one minds. A cop that has been affected by this split personality finds himself investigating himself without knowing it as part of a drug investigation

Philip K Dick certianly has a vivid imagination and tells a great story in a lot of ways. This one is no exception. I love his imagination of how the world will be at the timeperiod he sets his story in, early 1990s, although some of the tech described is a far cry from tech levels at that time its fun to see what he imagined it would be

That being said I found some of the writing in this story did not entirely hold my attention well for some of it, which TBH led to some confusion on what was going on, prob more because my mind was wandering at some points, overall a 3.5/5 stars so its not terrible, still a good read over if not a great read

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Hard to know how to feel about this book.

Seems like a pretty sad existence, driven home by the author's note. The characters and dialogue are bizarre. I felt like much of it went over my head. I think I might find an analysis of the themes online and then go watch the movie.

I expected more sci-fi, but it's mostly about the drug epidemic. Kind of reminds me of reading Haldeman's The Forever War and realizing it was as much about Vietnam as it was about space.

Please buckle in and brew a cup of coffee because this is a long one. I rarely finish a book and think to myself, “I should probably read this again,” but that's the first thing I thought once I got to the back cover. I don't think that my experience is unique to A Scanner Darkly (ASD) either. I think it's going to be the case for every Philip K. Dick (PKD) novel I wind up reading, [b:Ubik 22590 Ubik Philip K. Dick https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1327995569l/22590.SY75.jpg 62929] was also a trip and a half. This book is really similar to Ubik with its trippy prose and dreamy atmosphere, and it is just as good here if not better. PKD is a polarizing author, his stuff is a little dense and surreal; but if it works for you as it does for me, I think you'll find ASD is an achievement. This is haunting and brilliant, with an empathy for its characters that is as rare as it is gut-twisting and thought-provoking. These were my comrades whom I had; there are no better. They remain in my mind, and the enemy will never be forgiven. The “enemy” was their mistake in playing. Let them all play again, in some other way, and let them be happy.Before we go any further, I think it's important to give a few tidbits of context to the genesis of this story. PKD is someone whose stature borders on the mythical, he is about as close to a folk hero as we got in the 20th century. ASD is in part autobiographical; PKD was a heavy user of amphetamines in the earlier years of his career and this story relates much of his experience in the “drug scene” of the late 60s and early 70's, particularly of his life in 1970. This story was written and edited after he got clean, between ‘73 and ‘77. ASD is further influenced by his experiences during that time, most notably his experiences of hallucinations and a parallel life which happened in 1974 (See “2-3-74” for more; Dick claimed he began to live two parallel lives—one as himself, “Philip K. Dick”, and one as “Thomas”, a Christian persecuted by Romans in the first century AD.). If you know all of these details this story reads in part like a post-mortem (or therapy) concerning those events in his life, and it explains the stylistic and narrative choices contained within.ASD is about Fred/Bob Arctor, an undercover police officer tasked with infiltrating society's underbelly and uncovering the source of a dangerously addictive and powerful psychoactive drug called Substance D. Fred goes about as deep undercover as one can go, regularly taking substance D and opening his house to other addicts. Much of this book concerns itself with all of the addicts who live with Bob, their stories, and their connection to Bob. Bob Arctor eventually comes onto the radar of the police, and Fred is assigned to surveil him. Caused in part by his consumption of the drug, his identity as Fred is subsumed by that of Bob Arctor and his personalities split, he becomes two different men who share the same body and mind.In wretched little lives like that, someone must intervene. Or at least mark their sad comings and going. Mark and if possible permanently record, so they'll be remembered. For a better day, later on, when people will understand.I think the magic of ASD is that you can watch the movie, and read the plot summaries and the reviews but still have no idea what you are in for until you read the novel. If you ask me that's because this book is less about the plot and rather about the experience of reading it- and I can't say that about most of the books I've read. The experience of reading ASD is to step into the shattered and burnt-out mind of an addict, to see and feel in a way that I cannot adequately describe, the rhythm of that life. The characters that inhabit this world are pulled right from his time on the streets in 1970, each one an echo of someone or some experience from that time. Through these lived-in memories, each character is used to explore identity, paranoia, and the human cost of societal decay. This book is a portrait of a time, of a place, of a person and his associates whose existence was scrubbed from the record, of a mode of existence that is alien while simultaneously commonplace. “I, unfortunate Atlas! A whole world,A monstrous world of sorrows I must carry.I bear a weight unbearable; a burdenThat breaks the heart within me”The prose is probably going to be the dividing line on whether or not you like this book. This is a first-person narrative that delves into the inner thoughts and struggles of Fred/Bob Arctor. In so doing the prose mirrors Bob's ever-worsening state; much of Bob's thoughts and so the narrative structure are fractured and disorienting. Dick masterfully blends the mundane and the surreal, creating a narrative that blurs the line between reality and hallucination- marked by a sense of paranoia and confusion. In plain English, it's confusing and weird to read. Characters just keep going down insane thought experiment rabbit holes, there are large pauses between developments while Bob and his friends go about performing one scam or another, and there's a distinct change in perspective depending on whether Bob or Frank are the subjects of a chapter. At its worst, it is literally throwing German at you (excerpts from Faust, the Fidelio libretto, and Heine). I can't blame anyone who gets lost in this book because it is trying its best to throw you. All of those negative things said it's still incredible; this is immersive to a fault! It invites us to navigate the intricate web of deception and self-destruction woven throughout the narrative. Yes, even the German eventually ties in (and once you pull up the translations, they are incredibly appropriate selections). It's a stylistic choice that adds depth to the exploration of identity, addiction, and the consequences of a society under constant surveillance. Chefs kiss “I prayed a long time ago, a lot, but not any more. We wouldn't have to do this, what we're doing, if prayer worked. It's another shuck.”“Most things are.”Reading this in 2023 means that a lot of the opinions and discussions surrounding drug culture have shifted somewhat. I think that I read this with a much more sympathetic eye than its contemporaries, but I'm not sure if we are the generation of people who embody the sentiment of “a better day, later on, when people will understand.” As I type this review the drug war continues to rage on, and the mechanism of the state is still set against drug producers and dealers and users almost exactly as it was in the 1970s. We may declare the drug war a failure in left-wing circles but the war on drugs has cemented itself as something more than an effort of the state, it has become an industry in and of itself. PKD's portrayal of that industry rings true nearly 50 years later, burgeoning and lucrative. If anything his “dystopia” has been outdone by reality; we've built a mechanism of suffering on the backs of those piteous souls who made the error of drug use. Closing Notes. I liked this more than Ubik and the themes and ideas in this book are probably going to be bouncing around in here for a long time to come. I would also be completely remiss if I didn't plug the FANTASTIC audiobook that's available for this, it's read by Paul Giamatti and he absolutely kills it. I read along with him whenever the narrative got confusing and hard to follow and that did the trick.

I enjoyed some of the ideas and concepts presented in this book but I could not connect with the characters or story.

Might have to try this one out again at a later time as I loved Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.

A disturbing read, sometimes frustratingly meandering. My first takeaway is the sticky impression of the life of drug addicts (as Dick portrays them) it's like a traumatizing job shadow. The impenetrable monolith of authority and the State in this book is also a character in itself, and it contrasts the few individual agents we meet. The humor is understated, sometimes this means waiting to see how X pans out and then you're there, staring at a cynical cruel joke. While my experience was uneven, the ending was great and somehow satisfying without providing catharsis.

9/10

”spaced out!” say the characters a lot, and unfortunately so is the book.
Probably an accurate depiction of a drugged up/”high” addict's perception of the world... too well simulated to be comprehensible or enjoyable for a ”straight” like me.
The undercover part is better described and touches some well-thought issues most writers would miss (for example the agent has to also denounce himself constantly), but is not developed as much as I hoped. So is the philosophy (”Who am I, actually?”) - good but not developed at its full potential.
The fact that I had seen the film and already knew the ending and twist did not help at all, either. By the way, I enjoyed the film way more and recommend it.

3.5, a really crazy book. My main issue was that I couldn't really relate to those people or stories and it was a bit hard to immerse in the book's world. The author's commentary explains what stands behind it and the context which in this particular case I find incredibly helpful. A very good book. Maybe hard to grasp though.

What would a semi-autobiographical book full of paranoid junkies rambling endlessly on be like? A meandering, monotonous narrative detailing their bewildering fears. Wonder no more, this is A Scanner Darkly. On every page you'll question, just what the hell is happening here? Warning: the main drug used is Substance D (or Substance Death) which splits the brain and a person into two people. This adds to the general air of utter confusion as the “story” progresses.

So, if you're into almost 300 pages of bewilderment then I recommend this book. The title of the novel refers to the Biblical phrase “Through a glass, darkly”, from the King James Version of 1 Corinthians 13. Passages from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's play Faust are also referred to throughout the novel.

If it hadn't watched the movie beforehand I wouldn't have been able to make the slightest bit of sense of it all. Even though I had seen the film, I still couldn't particularly understand what was going on.

Quite a boring read then. The early drabness descends into a completely dull and tiresome mess. I made it to chapter 6, which was quite an achievement. Perhaps it was just me who didn't “get it”. It's difficult to get into a plot and the characters when you can't grasp it, relate to them, or empathise with them at all.

The story is set in the near future, but it could have been set in the present, or near past. If you remove the innovative “scramble suits” then there's nothing particularly sci-fi about the story at all.

The plot meanders, wanders and drifts. Dick considers many points of view at the same time. It's hard to work out who is speaking, and about what. Nothing in particular happens. It goes on, and on, and on for almost 300 excruciating pages.

If Dick was trying to put the reader into the mind of what a drug user thinks and feels, then he succeeded. Unfortunately, this makes for a terrible read. Also, by the end of the book, you'll come to hate the word, “cepholescope”. It is discussed ad nauseum, but nothing becomes of it.

One star for the potentially interesting subject matter which could have made an interesting and exciting read. Drug culture, undercover police, innovate technology, conspiracy, it's all in here. Sadly though this is a novel full of long-winded gibberish and it sucked. If you want to enjoy a good book, then don't read this.

Does this review sound coherent? Does it make sense? Maybe not, but then this is my opinion. You may agree or disagree, that's up to you. But if I were you I'd avoid it. Really, avoid this.

“When a person went to the doctor–there was only one, and he specialized in everything–there was only one medicine. After he had diagnosed you he prescribed the medicine. You took the slip to the pharmacy to have it filled, but the pharmacist never could read what the doctor had written, so he gave you the only pill he had, which was aspirin. And it cured whatever you had.”

Pretty damning picture of the war on drugs and addiction from a 1970s perspective. The “loss of identity” theme was the most interesting to me.

I've never been a fan of Philip Dick, but that's based on a very thin acquaintance - primarily his novel [b:The Penultimate Truth 41064 The Penultimate Truth Philip K. Dick https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1318765187s/41064.jpg 209478] (bought decades ago and wasn't bowled over by) and his collaboration with [a:Roger Zelazny 3619 Roger Zelazny https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1207671346p2/3619.jpg], [b:Deus Irae 22594 Deus Irae Philip K. Dick https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1385446076s/22594.jpg 60252] (one of Zelazny's lesser works). Maybe the occasional short story here or there.Still, Dick is one of the acclaimed geniuses of '70s SF, so I thought I should really give him more of a try. I started with this book, which, after all, won several awards. I wish I could say it deserved them.I seldom have much trouble finishing books. Once I commit to a book, I pretty much always read it to the end. In the e-book era, I've made an exception for free e-books by unknowns - if it looks bad in the first few pages, I give up. But for most everything else, I read doggedly on.This book required a lot of doggedness. Frankly stated, the first 75% of it is just downright bad. There are signs that it was constructed carefully, but not well. Only a mildly interesting, highly implausible, wrapup rescues it from one star status. An afterword makes clear that for Dick this was a highly personal and slightly autobiographical novel. That's certainly interesting, but it doesn't make up for a book that's just not very well written.If you're a fan of [a:Jack Kerouac 1742 Jack Kerouac https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1287257192p2/1742.jpg], [a:Hunter Thompson 5237 Hunter S. Thompson https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1206560814p2/5237.jpg], or [a:Alfred Bester 10992 Alfred Bester https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1224111385p2/10992.jpg], this might be for you. Otherwise, I honestly have trouble understanding why the book received the praise it did. It's a close look a drug culture, with a slight tinge of science fiction and a lot of paranoia. Beyond that, there's not really much there.

Bizarre Story of a protagonist DEA officer who slowly burns his brains out on drugs as an under cover cop. Interesting in how it portrays the lines between cop and criminal as being fuzzier than you might think. Not one of my favorite Philip K. Dick stories.