ABSTRACT
This is a disgusting book. But it's Huxley's best so far. First of all it isn't a novel. Secondly it is beyond the pale as far as sex is concerned. One of the principal characters draws curtains in front of the Virgin when she experiences a certain bestial joy in the sexual act-and that alone is a Catholic touch. We agree that there is a level beneath which the most earthy of us will draw the curtain. There is a point in sin where we have to stop, and without any merit for stopping. Unfortunately this stopping point is not recognized by Mr. Huxley. And there is another little matter-the matter of writing novels which really are novels.
