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Brave New World is a dystopian novel by English author Aldous Huxley, written in 1931 and published in 1932. Largely set in a futuristic World State, inhabited by genetically modified citizens and an intelligence-based social hierarchy, the novel anticipates huge scientific advancements in reproductive technology, sleep-learning, psychological manipulation and classical conditioning that are combined to make a dystopian society which is challenged by only a single individual: the story's protagonist.
- Print length176 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Dimensions6 x 0.4 x 9 inches
- PublisherValdeBooks
- Publication dateAugust 21, 2021
- ISBN-101444474790
- ISBN-13978-1444474794
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- Publisher : ValdeBooks (August 21, 2021)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 176 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1444474790
- ISBN-13 : 978-1444474794
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- Item Weight : 9.6 ounces
- Dimensions : 6 x 0.4 x 9 inches
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Aldous Huxley (1894-1963) is the author of the classic novels Island, Eyeless in Gaza, and The Genius and the Goddess, as well as such critically acclaimed nonfiction works as The Devils of Loudun, The Doors of Perception, and The Perennial Philosophy. Born in Surrey, England, and educated at Oxford, he died in Los Angeles.
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Huxley came from an illustrious scientific family with social connections. His grandfather was Thomas Henry Huxley, Darwin’s close friend, publicist and “bulldog”, whose famous smackdown of Bishop Samuel Wilberforce has been relished by rationalists fighting against religious faith ever since. His brother was Julian Huxley, a famous biologist who among other accomplishments wrote a marvelous tome on everything that was then known about biology with H. G. Wells. Steeped in scientific as well as social discourse, possessing a deep knowledge of medical and other scientific research, Aldous was in an ideal position to write a far-reaching novel.
This he duly did. The basic premise of the novel sounds eerily prescient. Sometime in the near future, society has been regimented into a caste system where people are genetically engineered by the state in large state-run reproductive farms. Anticipating ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’, only a select few women and men are capable of providing fertile eggs and sperm for this careful social engineering. The higher castes are strong, intelligent and charismatic. The lower castes are turgid, obedient and physically weak. They don’t begrudge those from the upper castes because their genetic engineering has largely removed their propensity toward jealousy and violence. Most notably, because reproduction is now the responsibility of the state, there is no longer a concept of a family, of a father or mother. There is knowledge of these concepts, but it’s regarded as archaic history from a past era and is met with revulsion.
How is this population kept under control? Not shockingly at all, through sex, drugs and rock and roll. Promiscuity is encouraged from childhood onwards and is simply a way of life, and everyone sleeps with everyone else, again without feeling jealousy or resentment (it was this depiction of promiscuity that led the book to be banned in India in the 60s). They flood their bodies with a drug called soma whenever they feel any kind of negative emotion welling up inside and party like there’s no end. They are brainwashed into believing the virtues of these and other interventions by the state through subliminal messages played when they are sleeping; such unconscious brainwashing goes all the way back to their birth. People do die, but out of sight, and when they are still looking young and attractive. Death is little more than a nuisance, a slight distraction from youth, beauty and fun.
Like Neo from ‘The Matrix’, one particular citizen of this society named Bernard Marx starts feeling that there is more to the world than would be apparent from this state of induced bliss. On a tryst with a particularly attractive member of his caste in an Indian reservation in New Mexico, he comes across a man referred to as the savage. The savage is the product of an illegitimate encounter (back when there were parents) between a member of a lower caste and the Director of Hatcheries who oversees all the controlled reproduction. He has grown up without any of the enlightened instruments of the New World, but his mother has kept a copy of Shakespeare with her so he knows all of Shakespeare by heart and frequently quotes it. Marx brings the savage back to his society. The rest of the book describes the savage’s reaction to this supposed utopia and its ultimately tragic consequences. Ultimately he concludes that it’s better to have free will and feel occasionally unhappy, resentful and angry than live in a society where free will is squelched and the population is kept bathed in an induced state of artificial happiness.
The vision of technological control in the novel is sweeping and frighteningly prescient. There is the brainwashing and complacent submission to the status quo that everyone undergoes which is similar to the messages provided in modern times by TV, social media and the 24-hour news cycle. There are the chemical and genetic interventions made by the state right in the embryonic stage to make sure that the embryos grow up with desired physical or mental advantages or deficiencies. These kinds of interventions are the exact kind feared by those wary of CRISPR and other genetic editing technologies. Finally, keeping the population preoccupied, entertained and away from critical thinking through sex and promiscuity is a particularly potent form of societal control that has been appreciated well by Victoria’s Secret, and that will not end with developments in virtual reality.
In some sense, Huxley completely anticipates the social problems engendered by the technological takeover of human jobs by robots and AI. Once human beings are left with nothing to do, how does the state ensure that they are prevented from becoming bored and restless and causing all kinds of trouble? In his book “Homo Deus”, Yuval Harari asks the same questions and concludes that a technocratic society will come up with distractions like virtual reality video games, new psychoactive drugs and novel forms of sexual entertainment that will keep the vast majority of unemployed from becoming bored and potentially hostile. I do not know whether Harari read Huxley, but I do feel more frightened by Huxley than by Harari. One reason I feel more frightened is because of what he leaves out; the book was published in 1932, so it omits any discussion of nuclear weapons which were invented ten years later. The combination of nuclear weapons with limitless societal control through technology makes for a particularly combustible mix.
The biggest prediction of Huxley’s dystopia, and one distinctly different from that made by Orwell or Kafka, is that instead of a socialist state, people’s minds are much more likely to be controlled in the near future by the leaders of technology companies like Google and Facebook who have formed an unholy nexus with the government. With their social media alerts and Fitbits and maps, the tech companies are increasingly telling us how to live our lives and distracting us from free thinking. Instead of communist regimes like the Soviet Union forcibly trampling on individual choice and liberty, we are already gently but willingly ceding our choices, privacy and liberties to machines and algorithms developed by these companies. And just like the state in Huxley and Orwell’s works, the leaders of these corporations will tell us why it’s in our best interests to let technology control our lives and freedom, when all the while it would really be in their best interests to tell us this. Our capitulation to their inventions will look helpful and voluntary and will feel pleasurable and even noble, but it will be no less complete than the capitulation of every individual in “Brave New World” or “1984”. The only question is, will there be any savages left among us to tell us how foolishly we are behaving?
While at first struggling to make it through to the real meat and potatoes of Huxley's magnum opus, I was even reminded of having once known an extremely frustrated friend from a previous job, who was a college student at the time, who was being forced (okay, "assigned" - your word for societal conditioning here, as you please, of course) to read Brave New World, and with the turn of almost every page, while slogging methodically through every colorful (though usually bizarre) catchphrase that the author uses to more fully illustrate his version of a totally pacifistic, impotent and pacified (drugged, stoned, rendered mute AND moot) futuristic human populace, the odd recollection of my tortured young student friend just kept coming back to me, time and time again.
"Viviparous." My young friend kept repeating whenever possible, at work. "Do you know what it means?" His instructor was MAKING him read the damn book, he lamented, and just getting through the first few chapters was giving him something suspiciously close to a nervous breakdown. And I must confess, at the time, I was quite mystified, not so much by the word "viviparous" itself (because like all avid readers, I positively love to learn new vocabulary), but the fact that his assigned reading was vexing his struggling, scholastic mind with such profound, torturous ardor.
I'd seen the first telefilm adaptation of BNW as a kid, of course, but simply had no true sense of the depths of my friend's affliction with having to wrap his bewildered mind around the dystopian world of Huxley's imagining, until years later, when I undertook my own journey into the untamed, almost flighty wilderness of the hallucinogenic laced dream-scape presented in the book.
Thankfully, however, I soon found, that if you stick with it, that perplexing Brave New World starts to gradually make a great deal more sense - despite all its artful senselessness and carefully contrived absurdity, that is. But the author never fails to do what all the best writers throughout history have always done. They make you THINK, while (in Huxley's case, anyway) still confounding you with their own seeming inability to practice what they so eloquently preach.
So... Brave New World's about the danger that society will one day become so hyper controlled, overly parented (via excessive government interference - thereby making parenthood obsolete and even obscene), sterile, docile and impotent, that humanity cannot help but be reduced to a herd of genetically engineered, assembly line produced cattle. And the author was himself an avowed pacifist. Not that there's anything wrong with THAT, of course. And given that Huxley's highly ordered future certainly isn't what you'd call warlike, he's at least consistent in that regard. But in one other important respect, the contrast between his fiction and his reality seems positively schizophrenic.
Take soma, for example (but for goodness sake, hopefully not literally), Huxley's cure all super-drug of the perpetually stoned masses of the "happy" future. The author's got you convinced that its all a bad, bad, bad idea for mankind, until... you read that the dude was into psychedelic substances himself! Like... WHAT? That's almost like Charles Manson brainwashing a few handpicked followers to commit random murders in the hopes of inciting a race war, simply because he believes its gonna eventually happen anyway! And Huxley really does give us the blueprint for a truly dystopian future does he not?
Helter Skelter! But Charles Manson wasn't even born when Huxley was writing the book, and "race" certainly doesn't seem to be a problem any longer in his Brave New World of the far flung future. But classicism? Oh, yes. Oh, yes, indeed.
So then... which Aldous Huxley are we to ultimately put our faith in? The one who so eloquently tells it like it really is (or rather, the way it could be, if we're not extra careful) within the pages of his most highly touted masterpiece, or the guy who took his own share of mind altering substances, and during his own lifetime, did more than most, to lay out the Marxist-esque prototype of the hippie commune, free loving, drugged up 1960s carefree lifestyle, several decades before it got to be counterculture cool?
But let's keep in mind, shall we, that both Huxley and the hippie movement died in the sixties. The author died quite literally on November 22, 1963, of advanced laryngeal cancer, with his passing being aided by a couple doses of "LSD, 100 µg, intramuscular," helpfully administered by his wife. The counterculture movement of course went on well into the early seventies, but many scholars argue that its real death knell was sounded on the night of August 8-9, 1969, when Charles Manson's "family" murdered eight month pregnant actress Sharon Tate, her friend and former lover Jay Sebring, and three unfortunate others. Two more murders were committed the following night, and whether the free love loving, "soma" sucking hippies yet knew it or not, the Brave New World would soon be essentially over.
What a magnificent head trip this Brave New World of Aldous Huxley's far flung, far out, dream-questing, melodramatic, prophetic future! What a delightful mental brain-freeze for soma laced ice cream lovers of all generations, past, present, and still, perhaps most frighteningly, yet to come! For let us not forget that so very much of what makes this masterfully told masterwork so fearfully effective, is that so much of it has already, and still continues to cyclically come to pass, in one way or another. So, color me "the savage," I suppose. I'll take my Shakespeare and good old fashioned reality injected pain to my earthly grave, thank you very much. So like this review, lump it, or leave it, as you wish, I suppose. And by all means, have my share of soma if you so choose. While "modern" society still affords you the luxury of free will, that is. Like the poor savage, I don't really need your permission or approval either.
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Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on August 23, 2020


What I discovered is quite a bizarre story that became quite addictive. It does have a strong literary fiction feel to it. At times the writing is poetic, at others disjointed and overall a story that gradually got under my skin.
The world that Huxley has created is one where people are expected to be happy, they are brainwashed into feeling this. There is no mother, father or in fact any type of family connection. Each person has been produced in a test tube, each person has been altered at a genetic level to become what is required for Huxley's world to function. There is a layered social system where people are born to be what they are engineered to be, so someone with a lowly job will be content with that job. They don't aspire to be anything more than what they are supposed to be.
Creating this world, the author then throws an anomaly in the system, this is something that shows that even with the use of technology there will be a time when nature intervenes, or it may be a simple human mistake. Either way, this is where the characters that start to question the system have a more important role.
In the second half of the book, there is a move from the system to that of the outside world, this is more what we know today. Parents, relationships and unique traits and characteristics. This for me is where the story then takes an even more addictive turn. The comparisons built up between those in the system and those out of it are great. By the end of the book, I found I was very much interested in some of the characters. The ending, well that was a shock!
This is a fabulous book to read, and I did struggle to find the flow at the beginning. I did read it in two sittings. The first sitting was a bit wobbly and at 33% I decided to have a break, this turned out to be a great time to pause and then coming back to it the following night. I then found myself unable to put this book down and finished it.
This is a book that has loads of reviews, has loads of opinions and there are probably theories and it will have been analysed in every aspect. I read for the pleasure of it, so for me, this book was one that intrigued me. It did feel disjointed, to begin with, but it grew on me. I enjoyed this and I am very glad that I have read this book.
For a book that was written in 1931 and published in 1932, it has some brilliant imagination and foresight into a possible future. A world where people are engineered to fit into a hierarchical society. It is a very good book and it is one I would happily recommend.

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I accept that the frame of reference from Huxley's era was very different to ours, sadly it doesn't translate very well to this story at all.
The thing about 1984 is the prophetic way in that it describes the 'future', our present day. Orwell's writing style is relaxing to read and allows you to become absorbed in the world that he expertly crafts.
Brave New World does none of this, it is an awkward, difficult read. Not in a fun, challenging way but in a structureless and clumsy manner. It's repeated returns to 'toddler's erotic play' are revealing more of the author's own obsession than a narrative on his predicition of the future.
The main characters are not given any flesh, and I was unable to find any common ground with any of them, and found myself unable to understand any of their, apparently, randomly changing motivations.
This text has very strong undertones of religious zealotry and tries to persuade the reader in favour of religion over all. Further, the constant copy-and-paste paragraphs from Shakespeare became tiresome.
Very disappointed in this book, I persevered in the hope of a satisfactory ending but found it to be rushed, confusing and ridiculous.
If you're looking for a classic that provides a 'prophecy of the future', read 1984 instead, don't bother with Brave New World, you'll only leave disappointed.