I was pretty disappointed at the book considering its status as a classic must-read. I think it's, fine, just fine. A rather fair warning to the future generations of the extremities of pleasure and the deprivation of freedom and all ill feelings. The world presented in this book is one of utmost neutrality - no religion, no art, no sickness, no passion. Social classes aren't seen as oppressive limits to man, but as the foundation of societal stability. It's a dystopia wherein concepts of individuality and freedom are unknown to the population to keep them dumb and happy.

While the book explores mankind without its humanity — a striking concept — it does so in a dry, uninspired way of writing. As a commentary and a warning, it does fine. But as a work of literature, it feels rather drab. The relationships of the characters were flat, and the sudden shift of focus from one supposed main character to another was executed poorly. Overall, the work felt incomplete.