The Brits are Three for Three

Huxley, Orwell, and Burgess. They saw the Dystopia when it wasn't even a Pepean pipedream. The last glory of English literature, before the abyss drowns it all: to be Cassandra for the Fall of the West.

In the Days of The Three Prophets

The news these days is surreal, as if we were in some vast nightmare where the Gods had decreed we were to be made prisoner in a Dystopia--and the only question they had left unsettled was what just proportion should be as foretold in the Books of Aldous, or George, or Momo

SleepWalking to Tyranny

"Huxley said the modern dictatorship would gain power "by bypassing the ...rational side of man and appealing to his subconscious and his deeper emotions and his physiology even, and so making him actually love his slavery. This is the danger: That actually people may be... happy under the new regime, but... they will be happy in situations where they oughtn't to be happy."