Huxley starts this novel with two Hollywood types discovering a screenplay by William Tallis. They track him down only to find out that he has passed on, and the rest of the novel is his screenplay. Taking place in the year 2108 we come to find that there has been a Third World War and North America and other parts of the world have been nuked. The danger of the radiation has subsided and people are beginning to explore these parts of the world. The main character Dr. Alfred Poole happens to be with an exploration crew from New Zealand and they are studying California.
We come to find that the people are mutated from the radiation, are experiencing the bottleneck effect and know that their race will eventually reach extinction. They've also created a Satanic theocracy to govern their lives complete with rituals and societal values that are realistically exaggerated versions of what actually exist in the world today in regards to sexism and religion.
While vastly different than Brave New World, both novels carry Huxley's ability to evaluate his current society—the scientific and technological advances, as well as political corruptions—and imagine them forward into scarily accurate and possibly prophetic depictions of the future of the human race.
Interesting note: Pay attention to how William Tallis wanted to buried and how he is actually buried.
Excerpt I love:
From the beginning of the industrial revolution He foresaw that men would be made so overweeningly bumptious by the miracles of their own technology that they would soon lose all sense of reality. And that's precisely what happened. These wretched slaves of wheels and ledgers began to congratulate themselves on being the Conquerors of Nature. Conquerors of Nature, indeed! In actual fact, of course, they had merely upset the equilibrium of Nature and were about to suffer the consequences. Just consider what they were up to during the century and a half before the Thing. Fouling the rivers, killing off the wild animals, destroying the forests, washing the topsoil into the sea, burning up an ocean of petroleum, squandering the minerals it had taken the whole of geological time to deposit. An orgy of criminal imbecility. And they called it Progress.
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