Upton Sinclair’s *The Jungle *did a superb job of exposing the horrible things the food industry did to the nation’s food supply in the early twentieth century, but he added a lot of unnecessary material about factory workers which distracts readers from the novel’s main point.
What’s the fuss about Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World? Why do people call it a brilliant satire and a disturbing prophecy? After all, this is pretty much the kind of world we all want.
I sat down to read William Golding’s The Lord of the Flies with great anticipation. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a silly story about some boys who go camping and let things get out of hand. It was not at all a horror novel about a Satanic cult, and the publisher should be ashamed of misrepresenting the book with that title.