Posted on 06/18/2017 10:39:53 AM PDT by pcottraux
By Philip Cottraux
When I reviewed 1984, at least a dozen people told me that I should read Aldous Huxleys Brave New World next. The two novels apparently serve as twin companion pieces in the negative utopia genre, where the ideal of a hopeful future for man is turned on its head into a dark dystopian warning for us all.
1984 was published in 1949 as the world was still reeling from the Second World War. Orwells totalitarianism was a combination of Soviet Russia mixed with the fear of the kind of power emerging technology would bring. Brave New World first came out seventeen years earlier, in 1932. It was a timely piece written against the backdrop of the rises of fascism and Nazism, and was perhaps even more controversial due to its startling reflections on Hitlers calls for a superior race.
Between the two, I personally liked 1984 better, merely because I found Orwells writing style more compelling. But to focus on that is beside the point. While that book is amazing in its relevance, Brave New World is perhaps more sinister, and I dare say, even more accurate in its depiction of what our future is becoming.
In a letter to Orwell, Huxley himself summed it up best: Within the next generation I believe that the worlds rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience.
Orwells message was that in a dictatorial future, our evil rulers (Big Brother) can beat us into submission and make us into controlled zombies with enough imprisonment and torture. This is driven home by his protagonist, Winston. Huxleys novel, on the other hand, is less violent but asks perhaps an even more horrifying question: what if our overlords could simply breed the desire for freedom out of us?
Before I get started, let me offer another spoiler warning: if you havent read the book yet, bookmark this page, go read it right now and come right back!
Brave New World starts about 600 years in the future, and from the first chapter Huxley sucks us in with a tour of a fertility factory. The nuclear family was banished long ago. All people are conceived via artificial conception from donors and are raised in labs. Through the use of chemical compounds, the government pre-determines all traits: skin color, personality type, intelligence, etc. While growing up, children undergo a combination of torture and sleep-education (called hypnopaedia). In one of the books most darkly hilarious moments, a roomful of babies is zapped with electric shocks to instill a lifelong fear of books and nature. Society is divided into a very carefully crafted caste system: at the top are the most intelligent and good-looking people and every other lower class are bred to be stupid workers who never question servitude. People also never age; a perfect mix of drugs and surgery keeps them all looking healthy and young, even to the grave.
Huxley brings socialisms basic principle to a wickedly logical conclusion; not only does everything belong to everyone, but every person belongs to everyone. From a young age, children are taught to frolic naked and have erotic play. As adults, all women happily accept any sexual invitation from any man at any time. Of course, pregnancy is forbidden and people are required to use birth control; and if all else fails, free abortion centers are at every street corner.
Strong emotions are a thing of the past. The only feeling anyone can have is contentment. And if bad emotions intense heartbreak, loss, joy, etc ever arise, the nanny-state government provides a mysterious pill called somma, a hallucinogen that gives instant peace-of-mind.
Huxley does a masterful job of balancing the terrifying and hysterical aspects of his world. No one has believed in God for many generations, but in His place has arisen Henry Ford, the man who revolutionized factory assembly production. People gather in church-like places to sing hymns to Ford, and even utter phrases like Oh my Ford! or Ford forbid!
The story has two protagonists. Our first is named Bernard Marx (the symbolism in the name is a bit obvious), who like Winston in 1984, is unhappy and questions his place. He is a small, ostracized loner, bullied by his coworkers (with his lifelong struggle with poor eyesight, I cant help but wonder if Huxley was projecting himself onto this character). He wonders if perhaps there is more to life than work, sex, and somma-induced bliss. Rumors abound that Bernard was the product of an accidental overdose in the fetal labs.
Bernard is the only young man that women reject for sexual activity; however, one of the most gorgeous and popular girls at the lab, Lenina, feels a strange pity for him and indicates some interest. Bernard invites her on a week-long vacation to a savage reservation, in the wilderness of North America, a contained compound where man is still left in a primitive state. Just before leaving, his superior warns him that many years ago, he too brought a girl to this strange land, but she was separated from him and lost forever.
Bernard and Lenina travel together to this strange world where Native Americans have been living traditional lives with families, values, and religion. Watching one of their frightening sacrificial rituals, they meet a young white-skinned savage, who like Bernard, is clearly an outcast. After some questioning, Bernard discovers that the girl who had vanished so many years ago (Linda) was actually pregnant, and this is her grown son. His name is John, and he is our second protagonist.
In some ways, John is more primitive than modern society, yet he is also vastly more intelligent. He has grown up reading the works of Shakespeare and has interests in science and religion. Better yet, when Bernard learns by phone that he will be relocated, he sees a golden opportunity, inviting the Savage and his mother back to London to see civilization. John is brimming with excitement at what a paradise the modern world must be!
Linda and John are flown back to London, and Bernards superior has to resign in shame when it is exposed that he actually fathered a child. John becomes a local celebrity, as people crowd from miles to see this strange specimen, a backwards savage from a long-lost time.
But it doesnt take John long to realize that modern civilization isnt utopia. He is disgusted at the overabundance of immoral sex, artificial conception, and drug-induced happiness. He quickly starts to yearn for the freedom of the wilderness again. Lenina, meanwhile, has developed feelings for him. John loves her, but isnt interested in free-wheeling sexual encounters. She is horrified at his marriage proposal and he is horrified by her attempts to seduce him. Much to her confusion, he reacts with violent rage when she comes to his apartment and takes off her clothes. Both are products of different societies, and neither is capable of understanding what the other wants.
When Johns mother dies and no one shows any grief, he snaps and goes into the streets, stirring up a riot. He and Bernard are both arrested. Bernard will be relocated after all. John, meanwhile, discusses the meaning of life with the leader and controller of society, Mustapha Mond, in his office. Reading it, I couldnt help but be reminded of Winston and OBriens philosophical conversation amongst torture during the final act of 1984.
Mond, it turns out, was once a hopeless dreamer like Bernard and John. He knows Shakespeare just as well. He was depressed with the lack of meaning in a perfectly controlled society. But ultimately he decided to embrace the control and rose to the ranks of leader, finding purpose in keeping social order stable. He presents John with a choice that is the heart of the books message: would he rather stay in civilized society and be content with freedom-less perfection, or live in the wild where he will be free but have to suffer hardships and danger?
John ultimately decides that freedom is worth the burden that it brings. He flees to an abandoned lighthouse in the wilderness. At first a sense of joy and accomplishment overtakes him as he builds weapons and hunts and lives off the land. But it is short-lived; before long, the society that was so curious about the savage finds him and crowds of curious onlookers invade his privacy.
When Lenina shows up amongst the crowd, John snaps. Whether she is there to reunite with him or join in the mockery, he grabs a whip and attacks her, calling her a whore and savagely beating her, much to the crowds delight (whether or not he actually kills her is left open-ended). The next day, the crowd returns for more of spectacle, only to find that John has hanged himself from the ceiling of the lighthouse.
Eighty-five years after its release, it isnt difficult to see the parallels between Brave New World and today. Readers were shocked by Huxleys descriptions of a sex-obsessed society. Not only did he see the sexual revolution coming thirty years in advance, he warned of its conclusion. In a broken system, people will rarely use sex for reproduction, but as a vain attempt to cover up their own insecurities. The rampant abundance of any kind of pornography you can imagine is only one example of this. The decision to legalize gay marriage has opened a gateway for other depravities to seek validation as morality has given way to feelings. Now polygamists, transgenders, pansexuals, and any other hyphenated sexual demand recognition.
Of course, the allusion between somma and the prescription drug epidemic is obvious. But more so, I fear that the principle of a narcotic that keeps a population in check symbolizes a variety of modern conveniences. The internet, perhaps? Social media? Who are we to think that we could ever revolt against oppressive authoritarianism, like our founding fathers, when we wont even spend five minutes looking up from our latest Facebook status updates? Technology has become a drug that I would be terrified to see this generation deprived of. Karl Marx once said religion is the opiate of the masses. Imagine if hed lived long enough to see the invention of the smart phone.
But the opening chapter is what I find most frightening. To Huxley, an engineered society was one where human reproduction took place in a factory. Social engineering is one of the greatest threats to society. As I said in my blog on the Manchester attack, our overlords are trying to manufacture utopia. Leaders of Europe sit on high pedestals in beautiful mansions surrounded by armed guards, lecturing their citizens about tolerance as they force-immigrate buses full of Islamic refugees. This attempt to social-engineer a multicultural utopia is literally blowing up in the faces of average citizens who have to suffer the consequences. And Nero plays his lyre while Rome burns.
But its happening in America, too. Why were conservatives at one time opposed to women serving in the military, followed by gays? Because, as we so nobly used to state, the military is not a place for social experimentation. What a quaint idea!
Now the military is a microcosm of how social experimentation has taken over every dynamic of American civilization. The left laughs gleefully while we try to keep up with the latest trends that destroy basic institutions and brings traditionalists to their knees. The result is madness.
The government disapproves of parents raising their own kids. The people who once might have been uncomfortable with men using ladies rooms are now willing to fight, kill and die for it. Children are being taught that religion has no place in school, then told to submit to Islam and praise Allah. People carry Love Trumps Hate signs, then brutally beat pregnant women and elderly veterans. Accusations of racism, homophobia, xenophobia, whatever-phobia-they-invent can ruin an innocent persons life. Leftist crybullies whine about being victims, while gleefully destroying the people theyre accusing.
Welcome to the breakdown of moral society. Brave new world indeed!
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Brave New World and 1984 differ in a key respect: Brave New World is a utopia for most, and a dystopia for some. 1984 is tough on almost everyone.
For a less happy Huxley vision of how the future could go, read his less well known “Ape and Essence.” It’s almost as if “Brave New World” was a warning, and “Ape and Essence” was a cynical post-apocalyptic prophecy.
A “Brave New World” society would probably score high on the utilitarian scale of the most happiness for the most people. Neither “Ape and Essence” nor “1984” would.
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The last few sentences of Brave New World:
” The door of the lighthouse was ajar. They pushed it open and walked into a shuttered twilight. Through an archway on the further side of the room they could see the bottom of the staircase that led up to the higher floors. Just under the crown of the arch dangled a pair of feet.
“Mr. Savage!”
Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east. “
When I first read this, I was amazed at the symbolism. I am a descendant of Canadian Indians, and on my grandmother’s birth certificate, it lists her “race” as “Sauvage” which is, of course, French for “Savage”.
When Native Americans pray (Even Christians) they turn to the Four Directions. It has a number of interpretations, but it always seemed to me to mean that one was centering oneself in the Will of God. The traditional Native Compass shows the four directions and four colors, Black, White, Red, and Yellow, which are, of course, the colors of human beings. The four colors and the four directions form a cross, and poor John Savage, even in death was searching, searching, for a moral compass. If he had only known to place himself into the center of the Cross, which is for all people, races, tongues, and nationalities.
I am pretty sure that Huxley was at least thinking of the “Moral Compass” as he ended his novel with this scene. But I wonder if he was aware of the Native American lore and spirituality that was involved as well.
All I can say is, that when I read it for the first time, it hit me like a ton of bricks!
Thanks for your reveiw!
I loved that book too!
(One her her shorter and lesser-known works)
The poorest are the most likely to be obese, something that’s never happened before. We haven’t had even 65% eligible voter turnout since 1908. Who knows what social media and the internet will do to us in 100 years, I can’t imagine it being a good thing. Good point about the internet and social media being something like soma.
Freegards
Excellent! Thank you for posting.
there was a list of mandatory reading for my homeschooled kids:
Background reading:
The Little House on the Prairie Series
the Little Britches Series
All of the Uncle Eric series on economics and government.
In order
Animal Farm
1984
Brave New World
The Earth Abides
The Long Walk
and now:
I would include The Mandibles
Daughter just bought the audio book of “Brave New World” for listening while commuting to work after I recommended it to her following a discussion she was having with wife about how kids are numbing themselves down with so many drugs these days - she found the early part on conditioning newborns toward the direction they’ll take in life intriguing - I read it 6o years ago in high school - the review brings back memories.....
I’ve done some reading on Edgar Cayce. One of his predictions was our machines would turn on us. After giving it some thought, what would happen if our computer systems went south on us?
We probably have two generations that have always had almost instant entrainment of whatever they want to see at the literal tips of their fingers due to modern technology. If it suddenly gets taken away I can’t picture it being pretty. And I sure can’t see it’s continued availability being an eventual boon for society either.
I think we are pretty far from Terminator or Maximum Overdrive threats. It’s neat to think about, but I can’t see strong true AI any time soon. At least they have been predicating it for a while and it hasn’t turned up yet, at least to the public.
Freegards
This techno is like crack. I still read books and catch a movie once in awhile. But I see people who lose the minds if they are not plugged in constantly
I my opinion the social media where you use your real name and interact with others using their real name about the happenings in your actual life changes the way people think. We did not develop with the ability of knowing what our family, friends, neighbors and strangers 1000 miles away thought about something in tiny snippets and symbols.
Freegards
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