Philip K. Dick
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| Original Title: | Ubik |
| ISBN: | 8498000831 (ISBN13: 9788498000832) |
| Edition Language: | Spanish |
| Characters: | Glen Runciter, Joe Chip, Jory, Ella Runciter, Patricia Conley, Al Hammond, Don Denny, Wendy Wright, Stanton Mick |
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Glen Runciter está muerto. ¿O lo están todos los demás? Lo que es seguro es que alguien ha muerto en una explosión organizada por los competidores de Runciter. De hecho, sus empleados asisten a un funeral. Pero durante el duelo comienzan a recibir mensajes descorcentantes, e incluso morbosos, de su jefe. Y el mundo a su alrededor comienza a desmoronarse de un modo que sugiere que a ellos tampoco les queda mucho tiempo.Esta mordaz comedia metafísica de muerte y salvación (que podrá llevar un cómodo envase) es un tour de force de amenaza paranoica y comedia absurda, en la cual los muertos ofrecen consejos comerciales, compran su siguiente reencarnación y corren el riesgo continuo de volver a morir.
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| Title | : | Ubik |
| Author | : | Philip K. Dick |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Ventana Abierta |
| Pages | : | Pages: 288 pages |
| Published | : | May 1st 2006 by La factoría de ideas (first published May 1st 1969) |
| Categories | : | Science Fiction. Fiction. Classics |
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Herr Schoenheit von Vogelsang; sorry to break into your meditation, but a customer wishes you to assist in revving up his relative.Haha! I dont know if PKD intended the above dialogue to be humorous but it is so bizarre and PKD-esque it made me chuckle. There is often a weird stiltedness to his dialogue that I find oddly charming. I last read Ubik in 2012 (seven years ago as of today) I remember thinking this is it, this is my favorite PKD. Before this current reread I can barely rememberA clever, original and often very funny sci-fi story. It is about psychic power battles, the nature of death, alternative reality and changing the past. Or not.FUN, FUN, FUN - the clothesIt was published in 1969 and starts off in a sufficiently plausible but amusingly implausible 1992. In particular, the clothes take the flamboyance of the late '60s to extraordinary heights, for no obvious reason, other than fun. On the second page, we meet a man wearing "a tabby-fur blazer and pointed yellow
It took me 40 years to get around to it, but I finally dived into PKD's reality-bending novels over the last two years, and this one is excellent. UBIK is much stranger and more darkly humorous than Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. It starts out with a very far-fetched future world set in 1992, and the plot revolves around telepaths, inertials, prudence organizations, snarky coin-operated household appliances, "cold-pac" half-life moratoriums, crazily excessive clothing styles, mysterious
It seems to me that Dick is one of those authors who has to speak for himself. The fact that the internet is littered with forum groups trying to figure out what the ending of Ubik means attests to that.Although back in the sixties and seventies, Dick was not the commodity he is now, nonetheless a lot of interviews exist where he does get to do just that, speak for himself. So I'm going to let him do that here.SFR: Why do you think your books have sold so well in foreign countries, and not as
Hey, what happened to my review? It was here recently but now seems to have vanished. Maybe it died in a bomb blast on the moon. Or maybe it crawled, weakened and frightened, into my closet in the middle of the night to die. Or maybe it's not dead at all. Maybe I'm dead, and my review is alive, trying to reach me through various apparitions in what I perceive to be reality. Or maybe it's all different. One thing's for sure: I'm going to need a lot of Ubik.
I am Ubik. Before the universe was, I am. Philip K. Dick, UbikI made the suns. I made the worlds. I created the lives and the places they inhabit; I move them here, I put them there. They go as I say, then do as I tell them. I am the word and my name is never spoken, the name which no one knows. I am called Ubik, but that is not my name. I am. I shall always be. Philip K. Dick, UbikFriends, this wild review is 100% PKD approved. Ubik the review is only seconds away! Ubik the review is
Hey, what happened to my review? It was here recently but now seems to have vanished. Maybe it died in a bomb blast on the moon. Or maybe it crawled, weakened and frightened, into my closet in the middle of the night to die. Or maybe it's not dead at all. Maybe I'm dead, and my review is alive, trying to reach me through various apparitions in what I perceive to be reality. Or maybe it's all different. One thing's for sure: I'm going to need a lot of Ubik.
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