There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry--
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll--
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul--

-Emily Dickinson


November, 2010. This is when I had an epiphany that I knew nothing about literature. What exactly prompted this revelation, I don't remember. But what I did after that was print off "BBC's Top 100 Books" list in order to expand my horizons. (Although I'm aware that there are plenty of books omitted from the list, as well as new books constantly being published, this is intended simply to help me be acquainted with literature.) I challenged myself to read all of the books on the list. One year later, I've realized it will take much longer than expected. With only 7 of the 100 books read, this task seems daunting and unrealistic. While some may think it's somewhat masochistic, some may think it's an admirable goal. I guess it depends on the book I'm reading. Frequently I'll read a book that is not on this long list. I used to apologize for it, but I'm assuming hardly anyone reads it anyways.

I started by critiquing the books and authors, but the purpose for writing has changed over the years. The purpose of this blog isn't necessarily to write reviews for the benefit of high school procrastinators or for eagerly researching book-readers or for really anyone besides me. It's a documentation of my own progress as a learner and a reader, as well as being wonderfully cathartic. Books elicit an emotional response, which allows me to explore my own beliefs about life and spirituality.

As of Sunday, June 21st, 2015, I have read twenty-six books on the list. This is hopefully subject to change, and will be updated regularly...or more accurately, as regularly as I finish a book, which isn't always regular.


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

Read Fourteenth on June 6, 2012.

I would say that this book is thought-provoking, but that would be redundant considering that every book I've read on the list has been. I would be surprised if I came across a book on the list that wasn't. It is a list of the best books, after all.

I do have a special interest in dystopian novels like this. It fascinates me how many different ways our future can suck. Now I don't exactly think that we should be expecting this "brave new world," but reading about it gives me motivation to hold on to the things that these futuristic governments prohibit and abolish. I had the same feeling when I read Nineteen Eighty-Four. I felt the need to have more appreciation for privacy and, as well as with Brave New World, my free will. But this one introduced a new perspective. 

In the opening chapters, some students are given a tour through the Department of Hatcheries and Conditioning, in which human eggs were fertilized synthetically. In result, no child had a family. The Director stumped the students with questions about what families, mothers, and fathers were. The word "mother" was taboo and obscene. (Warning: If any of you have any sort of manly respect for me, you might want to stop reading.) I can't help but have personal resentment for this lifestyle because I want so much to have my own family. A family in that walking-through-the-white-picket-fence-with-welcoming-hugs-and-kisses-from-your-children kind of way. (Secretly, I want to have all girls, too.) But enough about me. Back to the book.

I actually don't have a whole lot more to say about it. I am typing this literally immediately after I finished it and I'm still a little pensive about it. I'm sure the last chapter has a little of symbolic importance, but I'm still trying to figure that part out. It didn't end on a happy note, that's for sure, and if I didn't know any better, I would think that it kind of denounces individualism and glorifies a conformist government. I know that that isn't the message of the book, so I'm trying to think through it to find its true meaning. I would postpone this report, but I'm too anxious to start another book. Farewell, my friends, and don't become Communists.

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