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Dystopian Novel Essay

Here are the plots of some new dystopian novels, set in the near future. The world got too hot, so a wealthy celebrity persuaded a small number of very rich people to move to a makeshift satellite that, from orbit, leaches the last nourishment the earth has to give, leaving everyone else to starve. The people on the satellite have lost their genitals, through some kind of instant mutation or super-quick evolution, but there is a lot of sex anyway, since it’s become fashionable to have surgical procedures to give yourself a variety of appendages and openings, along with decorative skin grafts and tattoos, there being so little else to do. There are no children, but the celebrity who rules the satellite has been trying to create them by torturing women from the earth’s surface. (“We are what happens when the seemingly unthinkable celebrity rises to power,” the novel’s narrator says.) Or: North Korea deployed a brain-damaging chemical weapon that made everyone in the United States, or at least everyone in L.A., an idiot, except for a few people who were on a boat the day the scourge came, but the idiots, who are otherwise remarkably sweet, round up and kill those people, out of fear. Led by a man known only as the Chief, the idiots build a wall around downtown to keep out the Drifters and the stupidest people, the Shamblers, who don’t know how to tie shoes or button buttons; they wander around, naked and barefoot. Thanks, in part, to the difficulty of clothing, there is a lot of sex, random and unsatisfying, but there are very few children, because no one knows how to take care of them. (The jacket copy bills this novel as “the first book of the Trump era.”)

Or: Machines replaced humans, doing all the work and providing all the food, and, even though if you leave the city it is hotter everywhere else, some huffy young people do, because they are so bored, not to mention that they are mad at their parents, who do annoying things like run giant corporations. The runaways are called walkaways. (I gather they’re not in a terribly big hurry.) They talk about revolution, take a lot of baths, upload their brains onto computers, and have a lot of sex, but, to be honest, they are very boring. Or: Even after the coasts were lost to the floods when the ice caps melted, the American South, defying a new federal law, refused to give up fossil fuels, and seceded, which led to a civil war, which had been going on for decades, and was about to be over, on Reunification Day, except that a woman from Louisiana who lost her whole family in the war went to the celebration and released a poison that killed a hundred million people, which doesn’t seem like the tragedy it might have been, because in this future world, as in all the others, there’s not much to live for, what with the petty tyrants, the rotten weather, and the crappy sex. It will not give too much away if I say that none of these novels have a happy ending (though one has a twist). Then again, none of them have a happy beginning, either.

Dystopias follow utopias the way thunder follows lightning. This year, the thunder is roaring. But people are so grumpy, what with the petty tyrants and such, that it’s easy to forget how recently lightning struck. “Whether we measure our progress in terms of wiredness, open-mindedness, or optimism, the country is moving in the right direction, and faster, perhaps, than even we would have believed,” a reporter for Wired wrote in May, 2000. “We are, as a nation, better educated, more tolerant, and more connected because of—not in spite of—the convergence of the internet and public life. Partisanship, religion, geography, race, gender, and other traditional political divisions are giving way to a new standard—wiredness—as an organizing principle.” Nor was the utopianism merely technological, or callow. In January, 2008, Barack Obama gave a speech in New Hampshire, about the American creed:

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation: Yes, we can. It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail towards freedom through the darkest of nights: Yes, we can. It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness: Yes, we can. . . . Yes, we can heal this nation. Yes, we can repair this world. Yes, we can.

That was the lightning, the flash of hope, the promise of perfectibility. The argument of dystopianism is that perfection comes at the cost of freedom. Every new lament about the end of the republic, every column about the collapse of civilization, every new novel of doom: these are its answering thunder. Rumble, thud, rumble, ka-boom, KA-BOOM!

A utopia is a paradise, a dystopia a paradise lost. Before utopias and dystopias became imagined futures, they were imagined pasts, or imagined places, like the Garden of Eden. “I have found a continent more densely peopled and abounding in animals than our Europe or Asia or Africa, and, in addition, a climate milder and more delightful than in any other region known to us,” Amerigo Vespucci wrote, in extravagant letters describing his voyages across the Atlantic, published in 1503 as “Mundus Novus_,”_ a new world. In 1516, Thomas More published a fictional account of a sailor on one of Vespucci’s ships who had travelled just a bit farther, to the island of Utopia, where he found a perfect republic. (More coined the term: “utopia” means “nowhere.”) “Gulliver’s Travels” (1726) is a satire of the utopianism of the Enlightenment. On the island of Laputa, Gulliver visits the Academy of Lagado, where the sages, the first progressives, are busy trying to make pincushions out of marble, breeding naked sheep, and improving the language by getting rid of all the words. The word “dystopia,” meaning “an unhappy country,” was coined in the seventeen-forties, as the historian Gregory Claeys points out in a shrewd new study, “Dystopia: A Natural History” (Oxford). In its modern definition, a dystopia can be apocalyptic, or post-apocalyptic, or neither, but it has to be anti-utopian, a utopia turned upside down, a world in which people tried to build a republic of perfection only to find that they had created a republic of misery. “A Trip to the Island of Equality,” a 1792 reply to Thomas Paine’s “Rights of Man,” is a dystopia (on the island, the pursuit of equality has reduced everyone to living in caves), but Mary Shelley’s 1826 novel, “The Last Man,” in which the last human being dies in the year 2100 of a dreadful plague, is not dystopian; it’s merely apocalyptic.

The dystopian novel emerged in response to the first utopian novels, like Edward Bellamy’s best-selling 1888 fantasy, “Looking Backward,” about a socialist utopia in the year 2000. “Looking Backward” was so successful that it produced a dozen anti-socialist, anti-utopian replies, including “Looking Further Backward” (in which China invades the United States, which has been weakened by its embrace of socialism) and “Looking Further Forward” (in which socialism is so unquestionable that a history professor who refutes it is demoted to the rank of janitor). In 1887, a year before Bellamy, the American writer Anna Bowman Dodd published “The Republic of the Future,” a socialist dystopia set in New York in 2050, in which women and men are equal, children are reared by the state, machines handle all the work, and most people, having nothing else to do, spend much of their time at the gym, obsessed with fitness. Dodd describes this world as “the very acme of dreariness.” What is a dystopia? The gym. (That’s still true. In a 2011 episode of “Black Mirror,” life on earth in an energy-scarce future has been reduced to an interminable spin class.)

Utopians believe in progress; dystopians don’t. They fight this argument out in competing visions of the future, utopians offering promises, dystopians issuing warnings. In 1895, in “The Time Machine,” H. G. Wells introduced the remarkably handy device of travelling through time by way of a clock. After that, time travel proved convenient, but even Wells didn’t always use a machine. In his 1899 novel, “When the Sleeper Awakes,” his hero simply oversleeps his way to the twenty-first century, where he finds a world in which people are enslaved by propaganda, and “helpless in the hands of the demagogue.” That’s one problem with dystopian fiction: forewarned is not always forearmed.

Sleeping through the warning signs is another problem. “I was asleep before,” the heroine of “The Handmaid’s Tale” says in the new Hulu production of Margaret Atwood’s 1986 novel. “That’s how we let it happen.” But what about when everyone’s awake, and there are plenty of warnings, but no one does anything about them? “NK3,” by Michael Tolkin (Atlantic), is an intricate and cleverly constructed account of the aftermath of a North Korean chemical attack; the NK3 of the title has entirely destroyed its victims’ memories and has vastly diminished their capacity to reason. This puts the novel’s characters in the same position as the readers of all dystopian fiction: they’re left to try to piece together not a whodunnit but a howdidithappen. Seth Kaplan, who’d been a pediatric oncologist, pages through periodicals left in a seat back on a Singapore Airlines jet, on the ground at LAX. The periodicals, like the plane, hadn’t moved since the plague arrived. “It confused Seth that the plague was front-page news in some but not all of the papers,” Tolkin writes. “They still printed reviews of movies and books, articles about new cars, ways to make inexpensive costumes for Halloween.” Everyone had been awake, but they’d been busy shopping for cars and picking out movies and cutting eyeholes in paper bags.

This spring’s blighted crop of dystopian novels is pessimistic about technology, about the economy, about politics, and about the planet, making it a more abundant harvest of unhappiness than most other heydays of downheartedness. The Internet did not stitch us all together. Economic growth has led to widening economic inequality and a looming environmental crisis. Democracy appears to be yielding to authoritarianism. “Hopes, dashed” is, lately, a long list, and getting longer. The plane is grounded, seat backs in the upright position, and we are dying, slowly, of stupidity.

Pick your present-day dilemma; there’s a new dystopian novel to match it. Worried about political polarization? In “American War” (Knopf), Omar El Akkad traces the United States’ descent from gridlock to barbarism as the states of the former Confederacy (or, at least, the parts that aren’t underwater) refuse to abide by the Sustainable Future Act, and secede in 2074. Troubled by the new Jim Crow? Ben H. Winters’s “Underground Airlines” (Little, Brown) is set in an early-twenty-first-century United States in which slavery abides, made crueller, and more inescapable, by the giant, unregulated slave-owning corporations that deploy the surveillance powers of modern technology, so that even escaping to the North (on underground airlines) hardly offers much hope, since free blacks in cities like Chicago live in segregated neighborhoods with no decent housing or schooling or work and it’s the very poverty in which they live that defeats arguments for abolition by hardening ideas about race. As the book’s narrator, a fugitive slave, explains, “Black gets to mean poor and poor to mean dangerous and all the words get murked together and become one dark idea, a cloud of smoke, the smokestack fumes drifting like filthy air across the rest of the nation.”

Radical pessimism is a dismal trend. The despair, this particular publishing season, comes in many forms, including the grotesque. In “The Book of Joan” (Harper), Lidia Yuknavitch’s narrator, Christine Pizan, is forty-nine, and about to die, because she’s living on a satellite orbiting the earth, where everyone is executed at the age of fifty; the wet in their bodies constitutes the colony’s water supply. (Dystopia, here, is menopause.) Her body has aged: “If hormones have any meaning left for any of us, it is latent at best.” She examines herself in the mirror: “I have a slight rise where each breast began, and a kind of mound where my pubic bone should be, but that’s it. Nothing else of woman is left.” Yuknavitch’s Pizan is a resurrection of the medieval French scholar and historian Christine de Pisan, who in 1405 wrote the allegorical “Book of the City of Ladies,” and, in 1429, “The Song of Joan of Arc,” an account of the life of the martyr. In the year 2049, Yuknavitch’s Pizan writes on her body, by a torturous process of self-mutilation, the story of a twenty-first-century Joan, who is trying to save the planet from Jean de Men (another historical allusion), the insane celebrity who has become its ruler. In the end, de Men himself is revealed to be “not a man but what is left of a woman,” with “all the traces: sad, stitched-up sacks of flesh where breasts had once been, as if someone tried too hard to erase their existence. And a bulbous sagging gash sutured over and over where . . . life had perhaps happened in the past, or not, and worse, several dangling attempts at half-formed penises, sewn and abandoned, distended and limp.”

Equal rights for women, emancipation, Reconstruction, civil rights: so many hopes, dashed; so many causes, lost. Pisan pictured a city of women; Lincoln believed in union; King had a dream. Yuknavitch and El Akkad and Winters unspool the reels of those dreams, and recut them as nightmares. This move isn’t new, or daring; it is, instead, very old. The question is whether it’s all used up, as parched as a post-apocalyptic desert, as barren as an old woman, as addled as an old man.

A utopia is a planned society; planned societies are often disastrous; that’s why utopias contain their own dystopias. Most early-twentieth-century dystopian novels took the form of political parables, critiques of planned societies, from both the left and the right. The utopianism of Communists, eugenicists, New Dealers, and Fascists produced the Russian novelist Yevgeny Zamyatin’s “We” in 1924, Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World” in 1935, Ayn Rand’s “Anthem” in 1937, and George Orwell’s “1984” in 1949. After the war, after the death camps, after the bomb, dystopian fiction thrived, like a weed that favors shade. “A decreasing percentage of the imaginary worlds are utopias,” the literary scholar Chad Walsh observed in 1962. “An increasing percentage are nightmares.”

Much postwar pessimism had to do with the superficiality of mass culture in an age of affluence, and with the fear that the banality and conformity of consumer society had reduced people to robots. “I drive my car to supermarket,” John Updike wrote in 1954. “The way I take is superhigh, / A superlot is where I park it, / And Super Suds are what I buy.” Supersudsy television boosterism is the utopianism attacked by Kurt Vonnegut in “Player Piano” (1952) and by Ray Bradbury in “Fahrenheit 451” (1953). Cold War dystopianism came in as many flavors as soda pop or superheroes and in as many sizes as nuclear warheads. But, in a deeper sense, the mid-century overtaking of utopianism by dystopianism marked the rise of modern conservatism: a rejection of the idea of the liberal state. Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” appeared in 1957, and climbed up the Times best-seller list. It has sold more than eight million copies.

The second half of the twentieth century, of course, also produced liberal-minded dystopias, chiefly concerned with issuing warnings about pollution and climate change, nuclear weapons and corporate monopolies, technological totalitarianism and the fragility of rights secured from the state. There were, for instance, feminist dystopias. The utopianism of the Moral Majority, founded in 1979, lies behind “The Handmaid’s Tale” (a book that is, among other things, an updating of Harriet Jacobs’s 1861 “Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl”). But rights-based dystopianism also led to the creation of a subgenre of dystopian fiction: bleak futures for bobby-soxers. Dystopianism turns out to have a natural affinity with American adolescence. And this, I think, is where the life of the genre got squeezed out, like a beetle burned up on an asphalt driveway by a boy wielding a magnifying glass on a sunny day. It sizzles, and then it smokes, and then it just lies there, dead as a bug.

Dystopias featuring teen-age characters have been a staple of high-school life since “The Lord of the Flies” came out, in 1954. But the genre only really took off in the aftermath of Vietnam and Watergate, when distrust of adult institutions and adult authority flourished, and the publishing industry began producing fiction packaged for “young adults,” ages twelve to eighteen. Some of these books are pretty good. M. T. Anderson’s 2002 Y.A. novel, “Feed,” is a smart and fierce answer to the “Don’t Be Evil” utopianism of Google, founded in 1996. All of them are characterized by a withering contempt for adults and by an unshakable suspicion of authority. “The Hunger Games” trilogy, whose first installment appeared in 2008, has to do with economic inequality, but, like all Y.A. dystopian fiction, it’s also addressed to readers who feel betrayed by a world that looked so much better to them when they were just a bit younger. “I grew up a little, and I gradually began to figure out that pretty much everyone had been lying to me about pretty much everything,” the high-school-age narrator writes at the beginning of Ernest Cline’s best-selling 2011 Y.A. novel, “Ready Player One.”

Lately, even dystopian fiction marketed to adults has an adolescent sensibility, pouty and hostile. Cory Doctorow’s new novel, “Walkaway” (Tor), begins late at night at a party in a derelict factory with a main character named Hubert: “At twenty-seven, he had seven years on the next oldest partier.” The story goes on in this way, with Doctorow inviting grownup readers to hang out with adolescents, looking for immortality, while supplying neologisms like “spum” instead of “spam” to remind us that we’re in a world that’s close to our own, but weird. “My father spies on me,” the novel’s young heroine complains. “Walkaway” comes with an endorsement from Edward Snowden. Doctorow’s earlier novel, a Y.A. book called “Little Brother,” told the story of four teen-agers and their fight for Internet privacy rights. With “Walkaway,” Doctorow pounds the same nails with the same bludgeon. His walkaways are trying to turn a dystopia into a utopia by writing better computer code than their enemies. “A pod of mercs and an infotech goon pwnd everything using some zeroday they’d bought from scumbag default infowar researchers” is the sort of thing they say. “They took over the drone fleet, and while we dewormed it, seized the mechas.”

Every dystopia is a history of the future. What are the consequences of a literature, even a pulp literature, of political desperation? “It’s a sad commentary on our age that we find dystopias a lot easier to believe in than utopias,” Atwood wrote in the nineteen-eighties. “Utopias we can only imagine; dystopias we’ve already had.” But what was really happening then was that the genre and its readers were sorting themselves out by political preference, following the same path—to the same ideological bunkers—as families, friends, neighborhoods, and the news. In the first year of Obama’s Presidency, Americans bought half a million copies of “Atlas Shrugged.” In the first month of the Administration of Donald (“American carnage”) Trump, during which Kellyanne Conway talked about alternative facts, “1984” jumped to the top of the Amazon best-seller list. (Steve Bannon is a particular fan of a 1973 French novel called “The Camp of the Saints,” in which Europe is overrun by dark-skinned immigrants.) The duel of dystopias is nothing so much as yet another place poisoned by polarized politics, a proxy war of imaginary worlds.

Dystopia used to be a fiction of resistance; it’s become a fiction of submission, the fiction of an untrusting, lonely, and sullen twenty-first century, the fiction of fake news and infowars, the fiction of helplessness and hopelessness. It cannot imagine a better future, and it doesn’t ask anyone to bother to make one. It nurses grievances and indulges resentments; it doesn’t call for courage; it finds that cowardice suffices. Its only admonition is: Despair more. It appeals to both the left and the right, because, in the end, it requires so little by way of literary, political, or moral imagination, asking only that you enjoy the company of people whose fear of the future aligns comfortably with your own. Left or right, the radical pessimism of an unremitting dystopianism has itself contributed to the unravelling of the liberal state and the weakening of a commitment to political pluralism. “This isn’t a story about war,” El Akkad writes in “American War.” “It’s about ruin.” A story about ruin can be beautiful. Wreckage is romantic. But a politics of ruin is doomed. ♦

A/N: This was my research essay for my senior year of high school. I have always been very interested in dystopian societies, and doing this gave me a lot of joy. I am very proud of myself, as it is the first essay I have ever applied myself on. Tell me what you think!

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Defining Dystopia

Imagine living in the most undesirable society, a society where the government watches and controls everything you do, a society in which you have no individual choice. It is a society where anything you think or do against the government can be punishable by isolation, torture, or death. There is no independence, no freedom, and no personal thought. It is often rampant with poverty, disease, and filth. A society where you career and social status are pre-destined and you cannot alter it. And imagine that the government of this society did everything in its power to make you believe that this was the most ideal living situation for you.

This is a dystopian society. The word "dystopia" traces its roots back to the Greek word "dys" (meaning "bad") and "topos" (meaning "place) (Dictionary). Citizens in a dystopian society never question their government. They are either brainwashed or too scared to speak up against the injustices being performed in their society. Bernard Marx from Brave New World and Winston Smith from 1984 are different. They have been woken from the stupor of obedience their governments put them in and begin questioning their society. What they find is more horrible, dangerous and hopeless than they could have imagined. Dystopian societies can be identified by the unique characteristics of its government by using examples from 1984 by George Orwell and Brave New World by Aldous Huxely. These characteristics are social restrictions, strictly government controlled groups, use of propaganda, and history alteration for government beliefs.

Huxley's Brave New World is set in a society that seems more like a fantasy than a possible reality. It is where people are no longer born, but instead manufactured on an assembly line, and are therefore created into caste levels from which they cannot move. This is a society where Henry Ford is worshipped as the creator and viviparous relationships are not only obsolete, but they are obscene. There are no emotions other than happiness, not because they are banned, but because they were just not made in these humans. While every citizen seems to believe they are in paradise, they do not see the one fatal flaw of this dystopia. Bernard Marx on the other hand, feels its presence in every empty action he performs. It takes the encounter of John Savage from the Savage Reservation to make him realize that his acute unhappiness stems from the fact his government gives him no freedom of thought or passion.

Orwell's 1984 is a much darker version of a dystopian society. Instead of being set in a fantasy realm, it is set in a world which many can realistically fear, seeing as it is so close to many forms of government threatening us today. This is a society where helicopters fly past your window, where soldiers march in the streets and propaganda posters litter every inch of every wall. The most popular of these posters is one with a charismatic Hitler like face with eyes that seem to always watch you. The caption reads "Big Brother Is Watching You"; to remind everyone the televisions in every room are watching every move every citizen makes. In this society, The Party feeds lies to the people daily, and they are forced and brainwashed into believing them. They are forced to believe whatever the government does, they are right and things are always better for them today than they were yesterday. Winston sees past these lies, because he works in the Ministry of Truth, where he revises historical documents to fit the Party's newer orthodoxies. He begins to form feelings of hatred for the party when he finds love in Julia, who engages in an illegal love affair with him. After this, he finds out just how dark and corrupt his government really is.

The first definition of a dystopian society is social restrictions. Dystopian governments have complete control over their people. It is the only way to keep their government in rule. It is easier to control your citizens when you have trained them to be obedient and compliant. In Brave New World, people are manufactured into castes, and then trained to be compliant with the government's wishes, and in 1984 there is no love allowed other than love for Big Brother. In Brave New World there are five levels people are created into: the Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas and Epsilons. Deltas, Gammas and Epsilons are oxygen deprived during their embryonic growth stage to make them dumber and smaller than Betas and Alphas, therefore inferior and unable to even become one of the privileged. The Department of Hatcheries and Conditioning takes care of making people, then training them to become model citizens. They use two methods. The first one is the Pavlov Method, the second is Sleep-Teaching. The Pavlov Method uses object-sensory activities to make a group of children like and hate certain objects. For example, they use shock to make Delta babies associate pain with books, so they will never self-educate. They will also use this process to make people love the job they will do in the future, i.e. The rocket engineer who will be working upside down for the majority of his job will be trained as a baby to love and be happy being upside down. The second method they use is Sleep-Teaching, where moral lessons are taught on repeat. They will have these lessons embedded in their minds by the time they wake up. (Brave New World 1-32) In 1984 there is no love allowed other than love for Oceania, Big Brother, and The Party. You can get married, but it is a union for the state. You get married to have children, who in turn will become spies for the Junior Spy League, and watch your every move to make sure you are not a traitor. There is no recreational sex for pleasure, it is done in the name of the party, and those who engage in it are not allowed to enjoy it. (1984 69-70) Julia, a sexual deviant who engages in an unorthodox sexual relationship with Winston explains the reasoning behind this rule:

When you make love you're using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don't give a damn for anything. They can't bear you to feel like that. They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. (1984 132)

The second characteristic is in a dystopian society, there are only government controlled groups. When people organize, they are more likely to revolt. Therefore, all groups and religions are government controlled to keep this from happening. In 1984, there is The Inner Party, which consists of The Ministry of Truth who work on falsifying and editing historical records, The Ministry of Peace which concerns itself with war, The Ministry of Love who employs the Thought Police, and the Ministry of Plenty who works on distributing and rationing goods. (Brave New World 6). These are the only businesses in Oceania, so if you are working, you are working for the government. In Brave New World, Christianity has never been heard of by the citizens. Instead, the place of veneration is called The Soliditary Service, and they worship Henry Ford, the inventor of the assembly line that creates humans. Instead of saying "Lord", people say "Ford" and all the tops of crosses have been taken off to create a "T" after the Model-T car. Even Big Ben in London has been named Big Henry (Brave New World 62). Mustapha Mond, The World Controller, explains to John Savage that God puts a sense of nobility, humbleness and self-denial in the people, and an organized society has no room for that kind of thinking. He tells him all the passionate feelings that come from God would disrupt a perfect society, so therefore, they got rid of Him, and replaced Him with a god that asked nothing of his people. (Brave New World 284-285)

The third characteristic is propaganda used to control citizens. You cannot have a perfect society without having complete control of your people. 1984 and Brave New World both have different approaches to how their citizens are controlled, yet both are similarly eerie.

Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. (1984 55)

Besides using hate for all things other than The Party, the government in 1984 creates a new language to control their people. It is called Newspeak and it was created to eventually supersede the original English language, Oldspeak. While speaking or thinking in Newspeak, one cannot form a bad thought against the government because all the words contradict each other. For example, all the Inner Party's names contradict their jobs. The Ministry of Love works on war, and the Ministry of Truth works on hiding the truth from the citizens (1984 132). Brave New World uses a peaceful approach to propaganda control. It is called Soma, a hallucinogenic drug which makes all of its users happy. "Better a gramme than a damn" is a hypnotic chant that is said by happy members of society, reminding the unhappy ones that happiness is only a pill away (Brave New World 65). If the citizens are always happy, what will they have to complain about in their imperfect society?

The fourth and final characteristic is history is altered for government beliefs. First of all, Winston Smith's job from 1984, is altering history. He is given articles in his office which contradicts something recently issued by the government, and he must rewrite them and send them off, where a million new, revised articles are then reissued. For example, in the beginning of the year, the government promised chocolate rations would stay where they are. However, they did change them, from 30 grams to 20 grams. Winston's job is to go back to the article which states they were never going to change the rations and alter it to say that they would change it. Big Brother can never be wrong, and the people must never be able to prove him wrong (1984 42).

Who controls the past controls the future, who controls the present controls the past (1984 260)

While in 1984, the government is constantly trying to change history, in Brave New World, the government has gotten rid of history. Mustapha Mond says history is no longer applicable to the world of today. Nobody knows who Shakespeare was, seeing as his works are banned because nobody would understand the monogamy and love in them. Mustapha Mond tells John Savage people need new things to progress the economy, and history is an old thing. However, unlike in 1984, they are not hiding history from the people to keep them from learning; they are keeping history from the people because they will never understand it.

After analysis of 1984 by George Orwell and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, the results proved to be haunting and informative. A dystopian society is fictional, therefore all the knowledge one can gather about it, must come from fictional satire. 1984 and Brave New World are two classic novels on dystopian societies. These satirical novels were effective in their era. Both were written in times where dystopian societies seemed a possible reality. Brave New World was written during the industrial revolution, where the threat of technology taking over out world was very real. 1984 was written during World War II, when terrifying governments such as Stalin's communism and Mussolini's and Hitler's socialism were threats in everyone's minds. 1984 did a better job than Brave New World at explaining what a dystopian society is--because you cannot mistake it for a utopia. Brave New World would go under the sub-category of an anti-utopia because other than one fatal flaw, it is a perfect society. The most haunting point of these two books was the fact there was absolutely no way out. Winston Smith tries to revolt against The Party, but with the government watching his every move, there is nothing he can do. The governments are too strong for there to be any change brought into these two horrible worlds, and it's a scary thought. Given a choice, Brave New World would probably be the unanimous decision as to which dystopian society one may want to live in. At least you are given the illusion that you are happy in this society.

Dystopian societies are about control and power. Some want to create a perfect society, and therefore must have a strong hold on their citizens to make sure their emotions don't get in the way of this utopian dream. Others just want absolute and complete power over the people. However, in order to completely understand the reason for a dystopian society, one must first understand what is the purpose for government, and then understand the mind of the person in control of such a terrifying society. Whether one understands why these societies are put into place, one can identify it by its unique characteristics, using such satirical novels as Orwell's 1984 and Huxley's Brave New World.

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