I’ve been meaning to get around to this and 1984, as they’re both considered key canon in dystopian fiction, and I am totally in love with Brave New World. But Brave New World this ain’t. One of my largest peeves in literature is telling as opposed to showing, and it seemed that was all that occurred; long monologues about the importance of literature, long conversations about the decline of civilization, yadda yadda yadda. It’s obvious, and pedantic, and its only saving grace is that at least the man can write a good descriptive sentence.
2/5
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