I thought I knew all of Wyndham’s science fiction adventures--The Day of the Triffids, The Kraken Wakes, The Chrysalids, The Midwich Cuckoos--but this one—his last—had previously escaped my notice. I’m glad I finally discovered it, for it is a gentle, introspective tale of alien contact, as common and accessible as a children’s book, and yet, in its exploration of the human mind and its boundaries, it is extraordinarily subtle and unique.
David Gore observes that his twelve-year-old son Matthew has acquired an imaginary friend. Although Matt is a little old for that sort of thing, his father is not overly anxious, until he begins to listen carefully to his son’s internal, though vocalized, conversations with this fellow called “Chocky.” Chocky has opinions very different from Matthew’s, and often poses extraordinary questions which Mr. Gore doubts his son would ever have thought out for himself. Could “Chocky” perhaps not be a part of Matt after all, but instead a separate distinct being, from outer or inner space, perhaps with his or her own definite agenda?
This is not an eventful novel, but the dialogue between Matt and Chocky, and the analysis David Gore applies to it as he searches for evidence of Chocky’s distinct existence, his separate reality within Matt’s mind, the many signs of his alien abilities, limitations, and possible goals, makes for an absorbing and entertaining reading experience.
Is Chocky real? Is he good or is he bad? And if he is good, what has he to say to us about the destiny of man and the fate of the earth on which we live? Wyndham is too smart a writer to answer these questions. But he raises them, artfully and enticingly, and leaves his reader much to think about long after the book is done.