Set in San Francisco in 1956, The Broken Bubble traces the ups and downs and ins and outs of four characters who are not quite sure of the lives they're living. Jim Briskin, local radio DJ, his ex-wife Pat, the young married couple Art and Rachel Emmanual - all are acutely observed and sympathetically portrayed.
Briskin is suspended from his job for refusing to read a particularly repellant ad, while Art foolishly gets mixed up in a group of absurd would-be revolutionaries. As they all get entangled and not quite disentangled with each other, it becomes apparent they are seeking only - in typical Dick fashion - to live more or less happily - if not ever after, then at least for a while. Modest as it may seem, it is an ambition very difficult to achieve.
Philip Kindred Dick was a prolific American science fiction author whose work has had a lasting impact on literature, cinema, and popular culture. Known for his imaginative narratives and profound philosophical themes, Dick explored the nature of reality, the boundaries of human identity, and the impact of technology and authoritarianism on society. His stories often blurred the line between the real and the artificial, challenging readers to question their perceptions and beliefs. Raised in California, Dick began writing professionally in the early 1950s, publishing short stories in various science fiction magazines. He quickly developed a distinctive voice within the genre, marked by a fusion of science fiction concepts with deep existential and psychological inquiry. Over his career, he authored 44 novels and more than 100 short stories, many of which have become classics in the field. Recurring themes in Dick's work include alternate realities, simulations, corporate and government control, mental illness, and the nature of consciousness. His protagonists are frequently everyday individuals—often paranoid, uncertain, or troubled—caught in surreal and often dangerous circumstances that force them to question their environment and themselves. Works such as Ubik, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, and A Scanner Darkly reflect his fascination with perception and altered states of consciousness, often drawing from his own experiences with mental health struggles and drug use. One of Dick’s most influential novels is Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, which served as the basis for Ridley Scott’s iconic film Blade Runner. The novel deals with the distinction between humans and artificial beings and asks profound questions about empathy, identity, and what it means to be alive. Other adaptations of his work include Total Recall, Minority Report, A Scanner Darkly, and The Man in the High Castle, each reflecting key elements of his storytelling—uncertain realities, oppressive systems, and the search for truth. These adaptations have introduced his complex ideas to audiences well beyond the traditional readership of science fiction. In the 1970s, Dick underwent a series of visionary and mystical experiences that had a significant influence on his later writings. He described receiving profound knowledge from an external, possibly divine, source and documented these events extensively in what became known as The Exegesis, a massive and often fragmented journal. These experiences inspired his later novels, most notably the VALIS trilogy, which mixes autobiography, theology, and metaphysics in a narrative that defies conventional structure and genre boundaries. Throughout his life, Dick faced financial instability, health issues, and periods of personal turmoil, yet he remained a dedicated and relentless writer. Despite limited commercial success during his lifetime, his reputation grew steadily, and he came to be regarded as one of the most original voices in speculative fiction. His work has been celebrated for its ability to fuse philosophical depth with gripping storytelling and has influenced not only science fiction writers but also philosophers, filmmakers, and futurists. Dick’s legacy continues to thrive in both literary and cinematic spheres. The themes he explored remain urgently relevant in the modern world, particularly as technology increasingly intersects with human identity and governance. The Philip K. Dick Award, named in his honor, is presented annually to distinguished works of science fiction published in paperback original form in the United States. His writings have also inspired television series, academic studies, and countless homages across media. Through his vivid imagination and unflinching inquiry into the nature of existence, Philip K. Dick redefined what science fiction could achieve. His work continues to challenge and inspire, offering timeless insights into the human condition a
A posthumously-published early novel from which PKD would borrow and develop multiple characters and plot points employed over his career, including the recurring Looney Luke used car / jalopy / rocket motif.
Pat here is one of PKD’s most-developed non-male characters. Starting out independent, confident, self-realized, she devolves (entropy?) into the more typical Dickian woman: a facile, docile, irrational temptress.
Cleverly, there are at least three broken bubbles, including one that is literal, by the time the book wraps up and leaves our characters going about their changed lives.
Reminded me, sadly, that I love Philip K. Dick for the depth of his imagination, not necessarily the style of his writing. Give the man a future dystopia and he'll blow your mind. Give him a slice of then-contemporary social realism, and you'll want to blow your own brains out.
Early PKD, this again shows his skill as an observer of social change and the tensions in the air. Jim Briskin (the name was reused in the later sci-fi stories) is a radio announcer who is cool and gets on with the wild outsider kids, who include a paranoid loon with a radio-controlled car and some sci-fi mag aficioandos. Pynchon and Vonnegut fans should take a look.
Weird tale, at points it seems it's going to implode with the soap opera drama, but then characters sigh & decide they just don't give a damn anymore
Chapter 15 is neat with the dichotomy where Art is mourning entropy & the impossibility of permanence while Pat revels in change all around
Neat concepts at end about how we get strange ideas drilled into our heads with all these words. Parallels with the pondering earlier on about sex not being an instinct, but something that's been brainwashed into people by the media. Tying right to the fact that this story begins with a used car ad
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UGH. Worst PKD book I've read thus far and I've read a lot. It reads like it was lifted from a bad soap opera that needed one more storyline for filler, only in that context, it would have been tolerable since you'd also have 6 other storylines running parallel so you'd only have to deal with the boredom for a few mins at a time. Listening to this straight through was painful and I almost gave up. If I'd been actually reading this in print, I would have but it doesn't take any real effort to just drive along and listen to the drivel. The plot was nonexistent, the characters' motivations were nonexistent and so the whole thing just seemed to ramble on endlessly. The best part was the bit where the reader says "We hope you have enjoyed this recording of 'The Broken Bubble' by Philip K. Dick, read by..."
In a nutshell, this book is about an adult radio personality who is suspended from his job and, in all his newfound free time, starts hanging out with an awkward teenaged listener. The boy is married, to another teenager, and they're really pretty clueless about life. The DJ initially wants to help them financially as the girl is pregnant. Eventually, the DJ brings his ex-wife over to introduce them to these kids for no apparent reason and the ex-wife screws the teenaged boy in the car while they're on a liquor run. Why? Who the hell knows. Certainly not PKD. He probably just read "Lolita" and got inspired or something. The ex-wife keeps up a bizarre affair with this kid wherein she alternates between envisioning herself as his mother and as his wife and envisioning him as her son and as the DJ. Yes, she decides for a few pages that she is screwing her ex-husband by proxy and so this ephebophilia will bring her closer to him. Did I mention she's engaged to someone else entirely? PKD doesn't even bother to explore her motivations or develop her character enough that you might be able to assume some. This may sound exciting but, trust me, it's not. Then there are some side...well...I'd call them sideplots but there is no plot so let's call them simply "asides." There are some asides with other characters that are so far apart that you forget about them until they pop up again and don't advance the story at all apart from, in a very roundabout way, showing that teenagers are treated unfairly by society. Really, he could have established this by simply writing in the end event of a giant ball of water being tossed off a roof and none of the backstory. This, I think, is really PKD's message with The Broken Bubble, that kids are treated poorly. That or he may have been doing a character study on how a 17yo differs from a 27yo. Who knows what possessed him.
Despite the bizarre and scandalous subject matter, PKD managed to make this book dreadfully boring. That's talent, I guess, just not the kind of talent that makes for a good story.
Many years ago when Bill Simmons wrote for ESPN, he used to refer to the "clogged toilet offense" in basketball games. By this he meant that there wasn't much movement, that everyone on an offense was sort of floating slowly about in their area but lacking in overall coordination or planning. This is a phrase that came into my head reading this book; these are clogged toilet characters, vaguely bumping about but given no arc or interior life. Reading this book is about as fun as unclogging a toilet.
Like Voices from the Street and Mary and the Giant before it, the Broken Bubble is an early Philip K. Dick work that went unpublished until after his death. It is not the science-fiction that he is associated with, but instead a social realist work in the vein of Revolutionary Road or other stories about misfits struggling to get along in society, their sexual hang-ups, and general unhappiness.
This book wasn't published for good reason back when it was new. There's very little of interest, and the vast majority of readers are going to be bored out of their skulls. I know I was. My patience for Dick trying out these kinds of stories is all used up. This isn't his strong suit, and my guess is that this book was never even properly finished, which would explain why some of the subplots feel so shoehorned into the narrative.
The characters quit jobs, have affairs, have reconciliations, make other major life decisions with all the drama of reading some meeting minutes. I am generally a PKD fan, but this is the dullest PKD writing I have ever come across.
This was a very interesting book. I loved part of the book that has a story within this story about questioning reality, god and the purpose of life thrown in there. PKD just couldn’t help himself I think and just had to include that science-fiction story in the book.
I still don’t know what to think about the Thisbe Holt parts in the book, ha. It was crazy and loved it!
Debo decir que este es el libro que menos me ha gustado de P.K Dick y el primero que leo que no contiene cifi, debo reconocer que la ejecución de la historia es bastante buena, después de todo es Dick, tiene personajes consistentes y utiliza algunos recursos narrativos interesantes como cambiar de narrador al inicio de algunos capítulos, sin embargo, la historia no termina de sujetarse, el final es apresurado y un poco inconexo, al final del día parece que nada tiene consecuencias para nadie y si bien no deja de ser un ángulo interesante, me parece un poco excesivo. Por otro lado, debo reconocer que la historia entretiene, es un culebrón de aquellos, con infidelidad, alcoholismo, violencia y paranoia, la mayoría de la historia ocurre solo en unos cuantos días y es altamente recomendable para aquellos que gustan del chisme, pero para los que seguimos a Dick por su trabajo en cifi puede resultar un poco decepcionante.
Well, here is the third of Dick’s mainstream novels to feature people wrecking their lives in the San Francisco bay area. This time the action takes place in San Francisco itself, and when I say action, I do mean it, in a way. More than Voices From The Street or Mary and the Giant, The Broken Bubble is a marriage of Dick’s mainstream prose-style and his sci-fi storytelling. As if alluding to this, Bubble has as a minor character a nerdy president of a sci-fi fan club, and his poorly written 500 word story is included in its entirety here, as Dick good-heartedly mocks cookie-cutter sci-fi. As with the two aforementioned mainstream novels, there are some subplots in here that aren’t really fleshed out enough and just kind of fizzle out. This book also has some more out there elements in it compared to Dick’s other mainstream books, namely the eponymous bubble and the remote controlled Horch “Nazi car”. How these kids could possibly make a working remotely controlled car is beyond me. In fact, the Horch car and the whole Gimmerman subplot give the book the pacing and feel of Dick’s sci-fi works at time, as does the foreboding sense of mystery, which makes it all the more disappointing that Gimmerman and all his plans are not better explained. I don’t mind a mystery, but as it stands it all seems a little pointless. As for the main plot, Jim Briskin is a likable and grounded protagonist, a popular radio DJ who gets suspended for a month for refusing to do an obnoxious ad for Looney Luke’s used car lot on the air. He works with his ex-wife Pat, who left him because Jim is sterile and she wanted children. She, and the other main female character, Rachael Emmanual, are both sexy dark-haired girls who are a little bit nuts. I’m starting to see a pattern emerging in Dick’s work here. Rachael is only seventeen, but pregnant and married to Art, an awkward and inexperienced kid just out of high school and a big fan of Briskin’s who goes to see him at the station from time to time. Unfortunately, Art and his friends are mixed up with Gimmerman, a sort of paranoid revolutionary and owner of the Horch, although his ultimate goals remain frustratingly underexplained. Jim and Pat get over-involved in Art and Rachael’s life, which begins a torturous week for all involved when things start to spiral out of control. There’s a lot of surprises and heartfelt emotion and yearning. Pat is actually very similar to Stuart Hadley from Voices From the Street. She does incredibly impulsive things with great capacity for interpersonal destruction, all the while rationalizing and constructing a whole new paradigm for life, only to change her mind and return to normalcy in a feverish craze hours later. Meanwhile, Jim, like Hadley’s wife, is left to pick up the pieces. Some of the character actions are unbelievable, but Dick somehow brings a certain internal logic to it. Again, the ending feels rushed, but it ends on a better and more appropriately ambiguous note than Mary and the Giant did. Recommended.
-Stray thoughts
- A great look at San Francisco in the 50s.
- Art is pretty dumb, even for an eighteen year old.
- Dick sometimes reused character names throughout his stories. I was surprised when this book opened with Luke Sharpstein “Looney Luke”, pitching his car. Looney Luke sold one-way rocket ships to Mars in Dick’s short “Novelty Act”. And of course, Jim Briskin himself, appeared as James “Jim-Jam” Briskin, the world’s top-ranking TV news clown, in “Stand-by” and its sequel. It would be fun to read this novel imagining Jim as a news clown in his flaming red wig. (See The Collected Stories, Vol. 4: The Minority Report). Man, I love news clowns.
My edition: Arbor House, William Morrow, Hardcover, 1988
I read this after reading Martian Time Slip for a couple of reasons. It was in the sci-fi section with Martian Time Slip [Lord knows why, after reading it] and I was in the mood to try reading some of his 'stuff' again. This book was published posthumously, so I can only assume it was to cash in on his 'name' and his fame; overall, it was a lousy book and I can see why it was never published. There was no real plot to the story; it seemed quite aimless as a result, as if the author had a destination in mind but did not quite know how to get there.
As bad as it was, it did have some interesting discussions between the different characters.
I think the best line of the book was about how Elvis would soon be forgotten and never remembered again. It was hilarious, considering how he is still essentially 'worshiped' today.
It was just a 'bizarre' story about a set of exes and a young couple recently married who go through a weird series of interactions before the 'status quo' returns. There is the pipe-dream of a twenty-seven year old woman seducing an eighteen year old husband [all the time never deciding if the male is to be seen as a son, lover, boy, man-child, husband, or partner] and the woman's ex "falling in love" with the husband's even younger wife. Of course, the tables eventually turn violent on the woman and she falls even harder for the boy until reality finally sets in. It is a weirdly depressing story that has very little good going for it.
Is there anything good that could be said to be going for the story? You have to wade through a lot of drivel to reach the pot of fool's gold at the end of this rainbow. The ending is a bit off-the-cuff as well .
I have already said more than I intended about this story. On the one hand, it strongly reminded me of A Confederacy of Dunces in places. On the other hand, this book is 'better' that that garbage.
It is an odd book, because it left me with so many mixed emotions inside; the overriding emotion, though, was disappointment with this book.
PKD's characters have a way of being... not flat, never flat, not exactly, but subdued, I suppose, just, very collected in their knowledge of their ultimate failure, which I find fascinating.
This novel is not horror (at least not in the typical way) and it isn't science fiction. PKD wrote a bunch of novels that were sort of slice of life, and this is truly a slice of trippy, strange life, though I was forced to admit as weird and crazy as the things going on were, we actually lead lives much more absurd and strange than these ones, we just think they are 'normal'.
The story deals with a strange chain of romances -this is not a typical romance, I don't think this book is a typical *anything*. It questions the purpose of life, our self worth in front of society, the role of work in our self assessments, how we relate to others and why sometimes we fail, despite everything. It also deals with a divorced man who looses his job, his ex wife seducing an 18 year old married boy, the 17 year old pregnant wife deciding to seduce the older guy, an attempt at suicide, lots of train wreck drama, an abusive relationship, codependency, and the story from which the book takes its name, a stripper being pushed around by a bunch of orthodontists inside a huge plastic bubble.
Come for the bizarre, stay for the impossible-to-avert-your-eyes drama.
Ne 𝘐𝘭 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵 non ci sono robot, e già questo dovrebbe dire tutto del libro. Insomma, mi aspettavo un romanzo di fantascienza e, invece, mi sono trovata davanti una sorta di spaccato sociale in versione caricaturale del dopoguerra - e abbastanza da mal di testa in certi risvolti di trama (vedi la storia della bolla, che più folle di così non si può). Non che nell'insieme mi sia dispiaciuto, ma le aspettative erano ben altre. Superato ciò, comunque, non si può negare il fascino del romanzo, soprattutto per i personaggi molto umani presentati, caratterizzati da un'incoerenza e una noia di fondo che ne guida le azioni. Tutti in versione mantide, tra l'altro, volti solo a sopraffare chi hanno davanti in ogni modo possibile. Un misto di alti e bassi, insomma.
I feel like, even in this like, straight book by PKD, you can see some themes he would deal with more (I feel) properly in his more popular science fiction books. Ultimately though, while I enjoyed the book, I don't feel like it feels entirely together? The end comes a bit suddenly and there doesn't seem to be any finality to it. It just kind of happens. There's side stories (Thisbe and the bubble/the optometrist's convention, any mention of Tony Vacuuhi, Looney Luke and Nat Emmanuel) that don't seem to completely tie in with the rest of the story and I'm not entirely sure what the purpose of including them were. It may entirely be a stylistic thing because it definitely seems like his other works, but it doesn't feel as tied together or firmly placed to make the connections make sense.
But it does have some great lines that I feel are some of my favorite things about reading any PKD book.
For example:
Jim walked into the living room. "Mr. Haynes," he said, "what do you listen to when you turn on the radio?" Gravely Haynes said, "I never listen to the radio if I can help it. I stopped listening years ago."
And: Pat said, "He beat me up." "No," Rachael said to her, "he didn't beat you up; he hit you once and that was all. Is that what you call getting beat up? His father used to beat up his mother, and sometimes he beat up Nat, his older brother. They were always fighting. Italians fight like that. Where we live people all fight like that."
I've just always found some bit of comedy in his writing, even if it intends to be serious. Overall, it's not bad, but it's definitely not something I would recommend to someone who isn't already a fan of Philip K. Dick.
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A title I had never heard of from the famed SF writer Phillip K Dick was in a display 'from the vaults' of my local library. It beckoned me to give it a try. It turns out that 'The Broken Bubble' is not a SF novel, but one of the writer's earlier works which never saw the light of day. It is a deep dive into an imagined San Francisco of the 1950s. A radio DJ champs against having to read paid advertisements and vents his rage. Jim Briskin still laments the breakup of his marriage to Pat. Broken up because Jim is shooting blanks and cannot give Pat the child she desires. Who still works at radio station KOIF with Jim. And is soon to marry the obnoxious Bob Posin. By chance, Jim meets with two teenage fans, Art and his perplexing bride Rachael, setting off an avalanche of events which will upend the lives of these 4 people. All of this happens in a vanished world of jazz/beat America. Where teenagers play pranks on the toofs of Nob Hill with a remote controlled Nazi automobile. And rub shoulders with the shadowy 'Organization' which plots the overthrow of the government. Whilst publishing their SF magazine and dreaming of the future. It is an interesting look back at the style and substance that made Dick the incisive commentator of the American soul. Imperfect, but interesting.
La tercera de las novelas convencionales de Dick publicadas este año me ha gustado tanto como las anteriores. En este ocasión, incluso me ha provocado al ver la relación entre los personajes, especialmente tras una escena violenta.
Si exponemos el argumento fríamente, el libro no deja de ser un melodrama sobre las relaciones de pareja, pero la forma en que se narra, así como las inseguridades e incongruencias de los personajes, tienen el sello característico de su autor.
Como en otras novelas de PKD, hay una sensación de fatalismo subyacente, un pesimismo exacerbado que es adictivo, tal vez hasta contagioso. Con esto no quiero decir que la novela deprima, a mí me ha hecho muy feliz leerla.
En resumen, otra historia sin gota de ciencia ficción, ideal para el lector que no quiere introducirse en las locuras habituales del lector, pero quiere saber por qué Philip K Dick es un genio.
Despite a refreshingly frank treatment of sexuality from the perspective of 1950s America, The Broken Bubble has the misfortune to be one of Philip K. Dick's fumbling attempts to write non-genre fiction, which in practice means it's got all of his faults on display (particularly when it comes to misogyny) but few of his charms. The man had a great imagination, but this was a deliberate exercise in not using it, and gosh are the results ugly. Full review: https://fakegeekboy.wordpress.com/201...
Set in the 50s. Imagine, say Peyton Place with the characters going off on metaphysical tangents.
At first I thought I had never read this, but as I got into it, it began to seem slightly familiar, so I may have read it decades ago.
PKD's taut, deadpan narration highlights the passionate actions of his characters. This is a style you don't see much nowadays that I think was a thing back then ("Just the facts, ma'am").
In his mundane books, Dick's characters, especially the females, have a lot of weird behavior that is not really properly explained in the book. This one is no exception, it's really hard to get a reading on either Pat or Rachel. Some fun in here, and typical Dick touches of mundane lives bumping into the exotic, I enjoyed it as a dickhead but doubt that my enjoyment would be shared by many others.
PKD’s style draws you in and feels minute to minute. Threads appear but then seem to be dropped, which isn’t to say that it’s unenjoyable. For the time of publishing an altogether scandalous view of the effects secret, and not so secret, desires can weigh on external life, and weather or not it actually matters in the long run.
I thought it was a very good just short of a great book ( it took a bit long to get to the main point, but when he did WOW every thing makes sense ). There are many subplots to keep the reader engaged. This book has a main theme of Power imbalance. I would recommend this book to anyone interested in the hierarchy implicit in society today.
"C'è soltanto una cosa di cui puoi essere sicuro. Quelli che oggi vendono sapone, domani puzzano. Le industrie non sono enti benefici."
Vivissimi complimenti a chi ha scritto la seconda di copertina che riesce a spoilerare la trama pur sbagliando clamorosamente; per non parlare poi di chi ha deciso di tradurre il titolo originale Broken Bubble in "Il cerchio del robot".
I didn’t dislike it, but this was way different for his style. Unless I missed something larger, this felt very plain and on earth, not his usual twist or trickery. It was very well written and I was completely engaged with the characters. Pat sounding like Janeway or Maude Lebowski in my head. A fair book, but not my favorite in his catalog.
Another very dark realist novel. Throughout these novels runs a theme of individuals trapped and grasping, without steadfast feelings, but carried away within intense feelings. These characters appear trapped in Skinner boxes, but always ready to deploy grandiose self narratives
Quite enjoyed it but I knew it wasn’t sci-fi before i started reading and wasn’t expecting much. Not your typical PKD of course but the trademark black comedy type of humour makes an appearance. I like the setting in the 1950s and the characters are developed well enough.
Es una novela estupenda. Compleja y perversa. Y quienes no lo sepan ver, pues deberían hacer penitencia y salir a conocer el mundo y los laberintos de las relaciones humanas y volver a leerla y rendirle honores a este genio llamado PKD.