Island
The next book-I-haven't-read-yet was chosen by chance. I just opened The Rough Guide to Cult Fiction at random and the first name I saw was: Gary Indiana. Nope, never heard of him; but on the opposite page was a picture of a book I did know, one I was very keen to get hold of a few years ago, and eventually did...and yet I still haven't read it. This is the picture...
I found my copy of Island in the pile next to my printer rather than in its place on the shelf, which means it is probably within twenty or thirty places of the front of my to-be-read queue. Coincidentally, I came across a perceptive reference to Huxley's Brave New World while I was reading Dubravka Ugresic's Thank You For Not Reading last week (I went back to the library and got it out after all) and she quotes this passage from Neil Postman's Foreword to his book Amusing Ourselves to Death:
When I read I Brave New World I was astounded at how it seemed to be getting more and more relevant every day. I've always felt that Orwell was too pessimistic in his view of humanity: oppressive regimes are always overthrown eventually. It's not the boot stamping on the face forever that we have to fear, it's the laziness in the face of an information overload, the shhh-Corrie's-on I-don't-want-to-think-about-it attitude, the lure of blissful ignorance and of soma.
But going back to Island, or "Huxley's Utopia" as the blurb describes it, the quote on the cover describes it thus:
"Huxley's last novel in which the horrors of Brave New World melt into the vision of an eastern state governed by reason and love."
Fascinating. I really must read it...someday.
There's an Island Foundation devoted to "creating a more sensible society as inspired by the ideas of Aldous Huxley." Good luck to them. Their website is here.


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