When I first started reading this novel, I was 21. Did not understand much of its complexity or the complexity of the world itself. Now, at 37 I fell in love with the way Huxley depicted different aspects of our personality.

Historically interesting in its structure, playing with picking up and putting down the story from the various viewpoints of the characters. I found this a bit disorientating at first, when a character is ditched and a totally unrelated scene unfolds. Sometimes a character is abandoned for long periods of time; however, it comes together in the end. There are memorable characters, like Lucy Tantamount, the spoilt larger than life rich girl who heartlessly bonks whoever takes her fancy at the moment, regardless of the emotional mayhem she leaves in her wake; Illich, full of class resentment, Wembley, with is fascist leanings, and many others, based on actual characters of the time, and of this clique. It is a good story structure, becoming clear at the end, and also hilariously funny. I found it difficult to have any empathy with this menagerie of reprehensible or weak and pathetic individuals in the beginning, but read to the end, dear reader, and you will be rewarded not only by the neat tie-up of events, but of mirth amid the abysmal and the tragic. This is a spoiler, but I must make mention of the kick up the bum landed on one of the protagonists by a corpse.

I would have rather punched myself in the dick than read this book.

"Mas, eu te garanto, é preciso uma memória de primeira ordem para esquecer sempre e sempre."