Huxley racks up a ton of bonus points for being hauntingly, disturbingly on the mark about where society has been heading for nearly a century. That alone makes it an astonishing work of fiction.

I don't seem to be alone in the opinion that there's probably not enough justification for all the reading we'll do about these characters sex lives, but everything in the book is more or less a justification for the final conversation towards the very climax at the end of the book, which I won't spoil.

Huxley is a fine writer. I wasn't especially blown away by his prose, but that's not why this book has remained so relevant. Learning more about the man that Huxley was only makes Brave New World that much more impressive. It is a wonder that such a book can exist. In a vacuum, it's fantastic, but given the era that the book was released in paired with out modern gifts of hindsight... It's a special kind of discomfort.

This is, simply put, an important work of art.