The Man in the High Castle

by Philip K. Dick

Taking the book, she read the back part of the jacket. “He’s an ex-service man. He was in the U.S. Marine Corps in World War Two, wounded in England by a Nazi Tiger tank. A sergeant. It says he’s got practically a fortress that he writes in, guns all over the place.” Setting the book down, she said, “And it doesn’t say so here, but I heard someone say that he’s almost a sort of paranoid; charged barbed wire around the place, and it’s set in the mountains. Hard to get to.” “Maybe he’s right,” Joe said, “to live like that, after writing that book. The German bigwigs hit the roof when they read it.” “He was living that way before; he wrote the book there. His place is called—” She glanced at the book jacket. “The High Castle. That’s his pet name for it.”