"Henry has something to show you," Mary Ellis whispered excitedly, gripping Mrs Lawrence's arm. "Make sure you say the right thing."
"The right thing?" Mrs Lawrence faltered nervously, a trifle uneasy. "What is it? Nothing alive, I hope."
"No, no." Mary pushed her towards the study door. "Just smile." She raised her voice. "Henry, Dorothy Lawrence is here."
Henry Ellis appeared at the door of his study. He bowed slightly, a dignified figure in silk dressing gown, pipe in his mouth, fountain pen in one hand. "Good evening, Dorothy," he said in a low, well-modulated voice. "Care to step into my study a moment?"
"Study?" Mrs Lawrence came hesitantly in. "What do you study? I mean, Mary says you've been doing something very interesting recently, now that you're not with -- I mean, now that you're home more. She didn't give me any idea what it was, though."
Mrs Lawrence's eyes roved curiously around the study. The study was full of reference volumes, charts, a huge mahogany desk, an atlas, globe, leather chairs, an unbelievably ancient electric typewriter.
"Good Heavens!" she exclaimed. "How odd. All these old things."
Ellis lifted something carefully from the bookcase and held it out to her casually. "By the way -you might glance at this."
"What is it? A book?" Mrs Lawrence took the book and examined it eagerly. "My goodness. Heavy, isn't it?" She read the back, her lips moving. "What does it mean? It looks old. What strange letters! I've never seen anything like it. Holy Bible." She glanced up brightly. "What is this?"
Ellis smiled faintly. "Well --"
A light dawned. Mrs Lawrence gasped in revelation. "Good Heavens! You didn't write this, did you?"
Ellis's smile broadened into a deprecating blush. A dignified hue of modesty. "Just a little thing I threw together," he murmured indifferently. "My first, as a matter of fact." Thoughtfully, he fingered his fountain pen. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I really should be getting back to my work..."
Notes
When there is a date following the name of a story, it is the date the manuscript of that story was first received by Dick's agent, per the records of the Scott Meredith Literary Agency. Absence of a date means no record is available. The name of a magazine followed by a month and year indicates the first published appearance of a story. An alternate name following a story indicates Dick's original name for the story, as shown in the agency records.
These five volumes include all of Philip K. Dick's short fiction, with the exception of short novels later published as or included in novels, childhood writings, and unpublished writings for which manuscripts have not been found. The stories are arranged as closely as possible in chronological order of composition; research for this chronology was done by Gregg Rickman and Paul Williams.
THE COOKIE LADY 8/27/52. Fantasy Fiction, June 1953.
BEYOND THE DOOR 8/29/52. Fantastic Universe, Jan 1954.
SECOND VARIETY 10/3/52. Space Science Fiction, May 1953.
My grand theme -- who is human and who only appears (masquerades) as human? -- emerges most fully. Unless we can individually and collectively be certain of the answer to this question, we face what is, in my view, the most serious problem possible. Without answering it adequately, we cannot even be certain of our own selves. I cannot even know myself, let alone you. So I keep working on this theme; to me nothing is as important a question. And the answer comes very hard. (1976)
JON'S WORLD ("Jon") 10/21/52. Time to Come, edited by August Derleth, New York, 1954.
THE COSMIC POACHERS ("Burglar") 10/22/52. Imagination, July 1953.
PROGENY 11/3/52. If, Nov 1954.
SOME KINDS OF LIFE (The Beleaguered") 11/3/52. Fantastic Universe, Oct-Nov 1953 [under the pseudonym Richard Phillips].
MARTIANS COME IN CLOUDS ("The Buggies") 11/5/52. Fantastic Universe, June-July 1954.
THE COMMUTER 11/19/52. Amazing, Aug-Sept 1953.
THE WORLD SHE WANTED 11/24/52. Science Fiction Quarterly, May 1953.
A SURFACE RAID 12/2/52. Fantastic Universe, July 1955.
PROJECT: EARTH ("One Who Stole") 1/6/53. Imagination, Dec 1953.
THE TROUBLE WITH BUBBLES ("Plaything") 1/13/53. If, Sept 1953.
BREAKFAST AT TWILIGHT 1/17/53. Amazing, July 1954.
There you are in your home, and the soldiers smash down the door and tell you you're in the middle of World War III. Something's gone wrong with time. I like to fiddle with the idea of basic categories of reality, such as space and time, breaking down. It's my love of chaos, I suppose. (1976)
A PRESENT FOR PAT 1/17/53. Startling Stories, Jan 1954.
THE HOOD MAKER ("Immunity") 1/26/53. Imagination, June 1955.
OF WITHERED APPLES 1/26/53. Cosmos Science Fiction and Fantasy, July 1954.
HUMAN IS 2/2/53. Startling Stories, Winter 1955.
To me, this story states my early conclusions as to what is human. I have not really changed my view since I wrote this story, back in the Fifties. It's not what you look like, or what planet you were born on. It's how kind you are. The quality of kindness, to me, distinguishes us from rocks and sticks and metal, and will forever, whatever shape we take, wherever we go, whatever we become. For me, Human Is is my credo. May it be yours. (1976)
are. The quality of kindness, to me, distinguishes us from rocks and sticks and metal, and will forever, whatever shape we take, wherever we go, whatever we become. For me, Human Is is my credo. May it be yours. (1976)
THE IMPOSSIBLE PLANET ("Legend") 2/11/53. Imagination, Oct 1953.
IMPOSTER 2/24/53. Astounding, June 1953.
Here was my first story on the topic of: Am I a human? Or am I just programmed to believe I am human? When you consider that I wrote this back in 1953, it was, if I may say so, a pretty damn good new idea in sf. Of course, by now I've done it to death. But the theme still preoccupies me. It's an important theme because it forces us to ask: What is a human? And -- what isn't? (1976)
JAMES P. CROW 3/17/53. Planet Stories, May 1954.
PLANET FOR TRANSIENTS ("The Itinerants") 3/23/53. Fantastic Universe, Oct-Nov 1953. [Parts of this story were adapted for the novel DEUS IRAE.]
SMALL TOWN ("Engineer") 3/23/53. Amazing, May 1954.
Here the frustrations of a defeated small person -- small in terms of power, in particular power over others -gradually become transformed into something sinister: the force of death. In rereading this story (which is of course a fantasy, not science fiction) I am impressed by the subtle change which takes place in the protagonist from Trod-Upon to Treader. Verne Haskel initially appears as the prototype of the impotent human being, but this conceals a drive at his core self which is anything but weak. It is as if I am saying, The put-upon person may be very dangerous. Be careful as to how you misuse him; he may be a mask for thanatos: the antagonist of life; he may not secretly wish to rule, he may wish to destroy. (1979)
SOUVENIR 3/26/53. Fantastic Universe, Oct 1954.
SURVEY TEAM 4/3/53. Fantastic Universe, May 1954.
PROMINENT AUTHOR 4/20/53. If, May 1954.
Philip K. Dick was born in Chicago in 1928 and lived most of his life in California. He attended college for a year at Berkeley. Apart from writing, his main interest was music: at one time he ran a record shop and also a classical music programme for a local radio station. He won the Hugo Award for his classic novel of alternative history, The Man in the High Castle (1962). He was married five times and had three children. He died in March 1982.
The Collected Stories of Philip K. Dick
Volume l -- The Short, Happy Life of the Brown Oxford Volume 2 -- We Can Remember It For You Wholesale Volume 3 -- Second Variety Volume 4 -- The Minority Report Volume 5 -- The Eye of the Sibyl
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