Spivonomist comments on Huxley’s masterpiece with a line guaranteed to intrigue (emphasis mine):
If you’re anything like me, you haven’t read Aldous Huxley’s 1932 classic A Brave New World since you were awaiting a slightly overdue deployment in a piss-yellow barracks during the rainy spring of 1995. Twenty years and change hence, most of what I recall from the novel are impressions of its themes. One thing I remember clearly is a certain irritation at being betrayed. I was promised a dystopia, and received instead a glorious paean to a frankly enticing possible future.
I haven’t read it since a bit longer – 1975 in High School AP English. We callow youth did want a Utopia at the time, but mostly we wanted free-sex with the hot girls and no baby-entanglements, which the book seemed to deliver – but Heinlein delivered it better in Stranger in a Strange Land.