[image error]This has always been my favourite dystopian novel. Re-reading it a couple of weeks ago, I was chilled all over again by how effective it is. Orwell’s 1984 is bleaker, Huxley’s Brave New World is kookier, but Bradbury’s entry into the form achieves something I don’t think either of its – arguably more famous – cousins do. It feels utterly real. It feels like something that could actually happen.
Some days, in fact, I think it already has.
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Published on November 15, 2020 07:16