hamster mk 4 said:
I hated all mandatory reading books. Often the teacher would try and shoe horn in their interpretation of the story. Then require parroting of that interpretation of the book back to them for the test. The entire reading list seemed to be comprised of books that appealed to the last generation but had little relivance or appeal to me. Perhaps it was the forced nature of the reading that sapped any enjoyment that there may have been from the process.
The only required reading I liked was "Brave new World" and that is because I read it for my own amusement years before I was forced to. I felt the book was a study in what would have to be given up in order to achieve peace and stability in the world. Instead the teacher rambled on and on about how the utopia described in the book sapped individual freedom and only the savages got to live meaningful lives. Of course I parroted this back to her on the test and passed the class, but it made me feel dirty. Ultimately English class taught me how to appease the fools fate has put in control of my immediate future.
That's actually the brilliance of A Brave New World. In 1984, the control mechanisms were obvious and brutal - one could immediately see what was wrong with such a world. But, I had read fully half of A Brave New World before I really began to understand the horror of that world.
On the surface, it seems to be ever teenage males fantasy. Sex and drugs are casually available and can be enjoyed without repercussion. Lives are lived in relative leisure for anybody lucky enough to be in the top two classes of society. So long as you were an alpha or a beta, all you were really expected to do was reproduce at some point and consume.
But as I kept reading, I began to realize what the problem was. It wasn't the class based system where children were intentionally brain damaged in order to create clear class distinctions. It wasn't the fact that hedonism had become the order of the day or consumerism dominated the lives of the population. The problem was nobody actually had any capacity to choose. All of the important decisions were made for them through subliminal programming, and as such even the mighty Alpha's who supposedly ran the world had no more capacity to choose than the massively brain damaged Deltas.
Sure the savages had nothing resembling a society as we know it today - at least they still retained the capacity to choose.
I'm not going to stand on a soapbox and say this makes it a good book or anything. I can recognize that Huxley didn't present a terribly clear or overtly interesting plot or characters. The book did however provide plenty of content for discussion and argument, and for that I'm grateful. That, and it has an opening line that haunts me still - "A squat grey building of but 34 stories." What the hell kind of opening line is that?
*EDIT* I just caught a snippet of conversation about Farenheit 451, and noted that someone said that strife was non-existant and this came merely at the expense of art and literature.
I think someone must have either had poor reading comprehension skills or stopped reading halfway through. The book ends in a nuclear war. I'd hardly call that free from strife. In fact, one of the key moments in the book is the fact that nuclear warheads are literally en-route and people are still just watching TV and chatting on their video walls about inspid bullshit.