And so my quest to read more classics this year continues. And next in line was Aldous Huxley. I have read books by Huxley in the past, one might even say that I am a fan of Huxley, and one wouldn’t be lying. “Point/Counterpoint” was the first one I read and I absolutely loved it. “Eyeless in Gaza”? Devoured in a couple of days. “A Brave New World“? One of my favorites books about the future we are heading to. And that brings us to the book of the moment: “Crome Yellow”.
About Crome Yellow
Just before I started writing this review, I googled Crome Yellow and found out that it was Huxley’s first novel. Let’s say I haven’t planned on giving it a stellar review. I still don’t, but at least it has an excuse now.
So, to get to the point, I was very bored while reading it. Simply because nothing really happens in this book. A young writer, Denis, is invited to stay during the summer at an estate. The estate’s name is Crome. Here he is surrounded by very peculiar characters. The hosts, Mr. Wimbush, obsessed with writing the history of Crome (a futile and useless feat) and his wife, who lives and breaths spiritualism. Denis’s love interest, Anne Winbush is also spending the summer at the estate, but she seems more interested in spending time with other men. I would gladly let you know what happens next, but there isn’t much. All the characters above plus a few more: a tortured painter, a grumpy old man, a deaf lady and some other passing ones all spend their time eating, drinking, partying and doing nothing. Like I said at the beginning, a little boring for my taste.
I get that this novel was supposed to be a satire. I get that it criticized in quite a funny way at times, the fads and fashions of that age. For me, it just didn’t do it.