Good God! A+!

I don't have much time, so I'll unload my most recent line of thinking. I have a new book to declare on my list of greatest ever: Point Counter Point by Aldous Huxley. It is genuine genius. It literally has no plot (Yipee!! Seriously, I'm sick of this continual plot-based monotony that gets shoved down one's esophagus all of the time. It's a good break from the quotidian structure of most novels. This is a novel of ideas.), and consists mostly of relentless philsophical banter between this endless myriad of wealthy, unfaithful, English "intellectuals" of the 1920s. It is a stunningly brilliant description of what is wrong with modern life. Although I can't say that I agree with the conclusion 100%, I still very much agree with it and find it to be a materialization of some vague, disjointed thoughts that have been floating around inside my head for some time now. Of course, I doubt any of you will actually go to the trouble of reading it. It's 432 pages of small print; but I still doubt any of you who even do have time will read it. But you must! The endless pages of bitter, brutalizing, carnal irony and hypocrisy is just too amazing to pass up. Plus it ends with a political murder and this long conversation that serves as an exposition on why all of the false, detestable characters that permeate the novel are VIVISECTING THEMSELVES AND SOCIETY. "Vivisect" is my new favorite verb. I'm going to start using it whenever possible. Admittedly, you do have to realize that you're dealing with Huxley (the same person who brought you The Doors of Perception... something something), and the content is slightly risque by 1920s standards, in terms of the numerous affairs that numerous characters have. But that's an essential part of the structure of the characters and novel. I think philosophy is kind of my new interest. It's tertiary to math and science though (Ye gods, the irony! If only you knew!). Needless to say, this puts M. Shelley's little unknown and impossible-to-find work Valperga--which I though was pretty decent; sort of in the B-ish range--to major shame. I'm reading Crome Yellow next. I read a short thing on it online. Apparently, it's disappointingly ridiculous, but very humorous: A good sort of lighthearted affair to read after this delicious monstrosity.