The Man in High Castle

I finished the book last night. As always, when I finish a Philip K. Dick novel I look around trying to see if my reality has any cracks.

His book starts by building a credible alternative history – so credible that one has to abandon the usual mindset of science-fiction reader. Up to a certain point, the novel is like any fiction novel: the peoples, their feeling, and the development of characters. Moreover, when you think you pick the wrong novel, you notice the fine cracks in the reality. With each page the cracks grows larger.

Late at night, I closed the book and put it on the shelf. I looked outside in the dark and tried to feel the cracks in my reality.