I finished reading “Brave New World” a few days ago. I have to tell you that for a while there, I didn’t think I was going to get through it.
Rarely have I actually put down a book before I finished reading it. By “put down,” I mean stop reading it for good. I generally have a good sense about books. I don’t start them unless I am prepared to finish them.
Brave New World is a classic. As such, I expected the book to be thrilling from beginning to end. Brave New World was not thrilling from beginning to end, but it did redeem itself at its conclusion.
I am not going to give you a long review on this book because there are way too many of them already. What I will do is tell you that I got tingles by what was written on the last page. I will also tell you that I am extremely happy that I finished this book.
My opinion is that Brave New World was actually a tragedy. A tragedy, just like the “Romeo and Juliet” and “Othello” that were mentioned so many times throughout. Many people might read this book and come to the conclusion that it was simply a fairy tale…something that will never happen. Others may read this book and consider its societal system as something to fear. I view this book as merely a story about how people fit in. It’s a story about individuality and the struggle between new and old. New being the civilized world and old being the land of the savages.
The real tragedy of Brave New World is how new and old can’t co-exist. It’s one or the other…either or. There’s a line in the sand that both can’t cross. Of course, the last chapter of the book shows what society’s impact can have on someone. To me, that’s the real fear.