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In 1863, Jules Verne wrote a novel of a future Paris. A Paris where the writers & artists are forgotten, & all is done in service of industry & money. & poor Michel is a poet just trying to survive.

This felt just so very sad. Full marks for the terrifyingly accurate predictions of industrialization, the sanitation/devaluation of entertainment, & the rise of capitalism. Stars taken away for a dull plot & really uninteresting characters.🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑

Got my bingo on my #UnstackMyShelf board! So I treated myself. My buddy read with a friend, an impulse buy, and the next Emily Wilde book! #BookHaul

Today's reading

I love Verne. I love dystopians. But as I read, I had to admit that I found the story deeply, profoundly boring. Verne, boring? How?! I puzzled for days over it.

Then it hit me: Verne's battle has already been lost. His nightmare is my home. I'm a natural-born Winston Smith, and I'm so far removed from the world Verne once loved I can feel no grief at its passing.

The book is boring, but now I get chills thinking about it.
#dystopian #classics

Going old-school with my dystopia today...