书名：The Man in the High Castle高堡奇人
作者：Philip K. Dick
出版社名称：Penguin Classics
出版时间：2001
语种：英文
ISBN：9780141186672
商品尺寸：12.9 x 1.5 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：272
“科幻鬼才”菲利普·迪克成长于西方科技文明创造出的崭新辉煌的时代。彼时，人类进入了太空，登上了月球，成功制造出工业用机器人……科技的蓬勃发展也催生出主流科幻小说对人类创造力的无比自信，克拉克、阿西莫夫和海因莱因撑起了西方科幻的黄金时代。可是，迪克却反其道而行之，他的主人公迷惘于亦真亦假的世界上，挣扎于文明的陷落中，充满了对生命的依恋和对人性的追求。

The Man in the High Castle《高堡奇人》是菲利普•迪克的代表作之一，也是架空历史杰出的经典，曾获得“雨果奖长篇小说”。小说以《易经》牵引情节，讲述了一种反转过来的“历史”——同盟国在二战中战败，美国被德国和日本分割霸占，集权政治与东方哲学相互碰撞，探讨了正义与非正义，文化自卑与身份认同，以及法西斯独裁和种族歧视给人类社会造成的后果。

媒体评论：
“这是本十分出色的小说，对《易经》的应用尤其让人着迷。推理、悬念、技巧、哲理、情节和角色，无一不到位。”——艾弗拉姆•戴维森

“通过对一系列不同人物的塑造，菲利普•迪克讲述了真实和虚幻的生活及历史。”——《出版人周刊》

A dazzling speculative novel of 'counterfactual history' from one of America's most highly-regarded science fiction authors, Philip K. Dick's The Man in the High Castle includes an introduction by Eric Brown in Penguin Modern Classics.
Philip K. Dick's acclaimed cult novel gives us a horrifying glimpse of an alternative world - one where the Allies have lost the Second World War. In this nightmare dystopia the Nazis have taken over New York, the Japanese control California and the African continent is virtually wiped out. In a neutral buffer zone in America that divides the world's new rival superpowers, lives the author of an underground bestseller. His book offers a new vision of reality - an alternative theory of world history in which the Axis powers were defeated - giving hope to the disenchanted. Does 'reality' lie with him, or is his world just one among many others?

Review
'The most brilliant science fiction mind on any planet'--Rolling Stone

'Dick's finest book, and one of the very best science fiction novels ever published'--Eric Brown
菲利普•迪克（Philip K. Dick），美国科幻文学界的传奇人物，共出版44部长篇小说和121篇短篇小说，曾获雨果奖和坎贝尔奖。作品集中探讨“何为真实”以及“个体身份建构”。代表作有《少数派报告》、《尤比克》、《仿生人会梦见电子羊吗？》、《高堡奇人》、《流吧！我的眼泪》等。盛名经久不衰，有多部作品被改编成电影，包括《银翼杀手》、《少数派报告》、《全面回忆》等，一再催生票房新高。以其名字命名的菲利普•K.迪克奖是美国科幻界的主要奖项之一。

Philip Kindred Dickwas born in Chicago in 1928. His career as a science fiction writer comprised an early burst of short stories followed by a stream of novels, typically character studies incorporating androids, drugs, and hallucinations. His best works are generally agreed to be THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE and DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP?, the inspiration for the movie "Blade Runner". He died in 1982.

For a week Mr R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail. But the valuable shipment from the Rocky Mountain States had not arrived. As he opened up his store on Friday morning and saw only letters on the floor by the mail slot he thought, I’m going to have an angry customer,
Pouring himself a cup of instant tea from the five-cent wall dispenser he got a broom and began to sweep; soon he had the front of American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. ready for the day, all spick and span with the cash register full of change, a fresh vase of marigolds, and the radio playing background music. Outdoors along the sidewalk businessmen hurried towards their offices along Montgomery Street. Far off, a cable car passed; Childan halted to watch it with pleasure. Women in their long colourful silk dresses… he watched them, too. Then the phone rang. He turned to answer it.
‘Yes,’ a familiar voice said to his answer. Childan’s heart sank. ‘This is Mr Tagomi. Did my Civil War recruiting poster arrive yet, sir? Please recall; you promised it sometime last week.’ The fussy, brisk voice, barely polite, barely keeping the code. ‘Did I not give you a deposit, sir, Mr Childan, with that stipulation? This is to be a gift, you see. I explained that. A client.’
‘Extensive inquiries,’ Childan began, ‘which I’ve had made at my own expense, Mr Tagomi, sir, regarding the promised parcel, which you realize originates outside of this region and is therefore-’
But Tagomi broke in. ‘Then it has not arrived’
‘No, Mr Tagomi, sir.’
An icy pause.
‘I can wait no furthermore,’ Tagomi said.
‘No sir.’ Childan gazed morosely through the store window at the warm bright day and the San Francisco office buildings.
‘A substitute, then. Your recommendation, Mr Childan?’ Tagomi deliberately mispronounced the name; insult within the code that made Childan’s ears burn. Place pulled, the dreadful mortification of their situation. Robert Childan’s aspirations and fears and torments rose up and exposed themselves, swamped him, stopping his tongue. He stain- meted, his hand sticky on the phone. The air of his store smelled of the marigolds; the music played on, but he felt as if he were falling into some distant sea.
‘Well…’ he managed to mutter. ‘Butter churn. Ice-cream maker circa 1900.’ His mind refused to think. Just when you forget about it; just when you fool yourself. He was thirty-eight years old, and he could remember the prewar days, the other times. Franklin D. Roosevelt and the World’s Fair; the former better world. ‘Could I bring various desirable items out to your business location?’ he mumbled.