![]() ![]() ![]() But nearly a quarter century earlier, another British writer also wrote a powerful dystopic novel: Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.Īnd where Orwell’s world is one in which a film of oil lies on the gin and ready-made cigarettes fall apart in your hand and where sex is frowned upon (because one should really only love Big Brother), Huxley’s novel is the opposite. Orwell wrote his novel in 1948 (that’s really the only significance of the novel’s title: it’s the year he wrote it reversed). I always remember that–a pretty powerful image. As he looks at her, he notices the dust that has gathered in the lines of her face. ![]() Indeed, my favorite image from the book is one that perfectly captures the grime, the incompetency, the substandard level of life, when Winston Smith, the protagonist, goes to unclog a sink in a neighbor’s apartment. The novel is bleak and that bleakness is broken only briefly by a wonderful love affair and the main character’s misplaced hope. ![]()
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