This novel is probably one of the strangest you will ever read. It is a fragmented story about losely connected individuals struggling to survive financially, politically and literally, in a USA divided by the Axis Powers after they won the Second World War. The ancient Chinese oracle, I Ching, plays a key role in this multi-tiered philosophical drama, while Protestant morality is only vaguely represented by obscure references to one J. Christ and a subtle thematical obsession with the Ten Commandments. The interwoven stories revolve around the problem of evil, vividly described a substance poured into the very fabric of existence. In this world the death of one man is the life of another, and "nothing is as it appears to be." The horrifying realization is that this world is not unlike our own. Using in part Joyce's stream of consciousness technique The Man in the High Castle is the only story I ever read describing the inner life of the disenfranchised alien - from the perspective of a white man.