Today, another guest review, by Chris King:
I am back to review more classics from the terrible world of the past where there was no such thing as feminism, penicillin, the internet or an independent Canada.
Ah, the modern world! Currently we all strive to have a place in the world. The previous generation cajoles the members of the younger one to get jobs, find their place in society and fulfil their role. However, with unemployment being countered with more low-hour and zero-contract jobs, there is still a lot of time for people to think about how little their contribution is needed, as they struggle to find their temporary place in the world. Huxley’s Brave New World solves this problem – but every utopia has its horrible side, the part of humanity that is sacrificed to create what is, if not a perfect world, then at least a well-run one where everyone has their place.
Written in 1931, Brave New World portrays an ordered world of individual happiness at the expense of people’s humanity. Huxley has very biting wit regarding human history and endeavour. He once remarked that after each major war a generation was scarred, and that we might ‘look forward to a period, not indeed of peace, but of limited and only partially ruinous warfare’; he remarked that the old style totalitarianism of mass imprisonment and killings was going out because it was inefficient, and that the new style totalitarianism would have slaves who love their servitude and write the propaganda that they read to each other. In this book Huxley has created his perfect, terrible, utopia, years before Nineteen-Eighty Four.