I notice a lot of mentions of Orwell, Huxley, and even some Zamyatin. To those interested in dystopian lit, there's actually a rich tradition of utopian writing that engages the same ideas. I recommend Edward Bellamy's "Looking Backward," if you can get your hands on a copy.
At the time, it was described as "Christian Socialism," but don't let that put you off - you can still enjoy it if you're decidedly neither. It's theological only in the sense of a humanistic moral philosophy by way of More, and its socialism has less to do with the hard-line of "The Communist Manifesto" than the gently utopic Marxism of "The German Ideology."
The book hails from that brief time in America when socialism was still a robust intellectual proposition, instead of a smear-tactic bogeyman.
To the readers of Aldous Huxley, I'd recommend his brother Julian as well, who was a father of humanism of the sort that Kurt Vonnegut espoused. His essays collected in "New Bottles for New Wine" are a fascinating look at what humanism could have become. So it goes.
I'm glad Salinger is still being read, though those of you in the States might have trouble finding "For Esme with Love and Squalor" by that name - it was published there (and here, up Narth) as "Nine Stories." The opening story, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" still breaks my heart.
At the time, it was described as "Christian Socialism," but don't let that put you off - you can still enjoy it if you're decidedly neither. It's theological only in the sense of a humanistic moral philosophy by way of More, and its socialism has less to do with the hard-line of "The Communist Manifesto" than the gently utopic Marxism of "The German Ideology."
The book hails from that brief time in America when socialism was still a robust intellectual proposition, instead of a smear-tactic bogeyman.
To the readers of Aldous Huxley, I'd recommend his brother Julian as well, who was a father of humanism of the sort that Kurt Vonnegut espoused. His essays collected in "New Bottles for New Wine" are a fascinating look at what humanism could have become. So it goes.
I'm glad Salinger is still being read, though those of you in the States might have trouble finding "For Esme with Love and Squalor" by that name - it was published there (and here, up Narth) as "Nine Stories." The opening story, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" still breaks my heart.