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Huxley and God: Essays on Religious Experience by Aldous Huxley | Goodreads

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Huxley and God: Essays on Religious Experience
by Aldous Huxley, 
Huston Smith (Introduction), 
Jacqueline Hazard Bridgeman (Editor)

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With three new biographies published in the last year and the continued success of his 1932 novel, Brave New World, Aldous Huxley is experiencing a remarkable resurgence. In this mind-bending collection of essays, Huxley explores the notion of divinity from a variety of perspectives, including his deep knowledge of Eastern philosophy. Will be of great interest to fans of the East and Huxley's own growing group of followers and devotees. (less)

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Susan
Dec 30, 2011Susan rated it it was amazing

Before reading this book, my relationship with Huxley was confined to a bit of fiction and his historical account of political religiosity in, “The Devils of Loudon”. “Devils” made a great impression on me in my youth, and helped me to work out issues of forgiveness and compassion by exploring politicized selfishness and cruelty. But I didn’t know what to expect from this collection of essays on the nature of the divine.

On this, my first pass-through of the text, I don’t yet have the “umph” to adequately record my feelings, because I’m just not ready. I’ll have to go back to the book later to strip away its layers. I’m sympathetic to Huxley’s views on the personal search for meaning, with the accompanying personal responsibility to think and act for oneself. His clean language camouflages the profundity of his arguments – arguments that I have read before in eastern (translated) texts.

 Huxley weds eastern and western mysticism to form a surprisingly modern perspective on comparative religion. He offers many opportunities for understanding: Taking a mindful approach to the divine has often been criticized as being pragmatic and therefore, coldly cerebral. But Huxley understands the mystical, loving side of mindfulness that is, I strongly believe, misunderstood in the west. He also grasps the complexity of ritualism. It’s true that rituals help the human mind to focus. But the actual equipment and protocol of a ritual, though dear or sacred to the supplicant, is unimportant. A ritual is a vehicle towards satisfying personal or society needs. Huxley “gets” that we forget to revaluate our needs and motivations with an almost stunning consistency, and instead place primacy on the ritual itself -- which is missing the point.

Bottom line: I give this book a 5 star rating because it makes me think and feel in a tolerant, compassionate way. Sophisticated cynics beware: Huxley advocates for love, but he does it without being trite. (less)
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Alison
Oct 09, 2008Alison rated it it was amazing
He is such a smart man ,that Huxley. My favorite essay so far has been the reflections on progress. His vast vocabulary is very impressive as well but makes me feel like a moron sometimes except I get what he's saying.If anyone has the time they should probably read anything he has written. (less)
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Kenny
Aug 11, 2009Kenny rated it liked it
This book overall just barely got three stars, but not because it is consistently mediocre. The book is a collection of essays. Some individual essays are wondeful, some individual sections/passages are great, but much of the book I find poorly reasoned and not very interesting. So it's all over the place, and on balance averages to something under 3 stars. Definitely not for everyone, and even if this is your cup of tea read discriminatingly... (less)
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Sara
Sep 25, 2015Sara rated it liked it
Two and a half stars. While I appreciated his wit and his Vedantic stance on religious philosophy, Huxley was very much a product of his Victorian upbringing. His pronouncements on mysticism and living life correctly were rather dry and judgmental. For anyone who has already read more original sources on mysticism, both Eastern and Western, this wouldn't present anything new or noteworthy. (less)
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‘Diseclipsing’ the Light : HUXLEY AND GOD: Essays on Mysticism and Spirituality, 
 By Aldous Huxley Edited by Jacqueline Bridgeman (Harper San Francisco: $13; 285 pp.)

BY CHARLES MAROWITZ
NOV. 22, 1992

https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1992-11-22-bk-1833-story.html
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It is ironic that Aldous Huxley and John F. Kennedy both died on the same day--Nov. 22, 1963--for while the President espoused a “new frontier,” it was Huxley who to a large extent discovered one.

Rarely has there been an essayist-novelist-sage who, from the vantage point of the 1920s and ‘30s, prophesied the events of our contemporary world so accurately. Huxley, grandson of scientist T. H. Huxley and great-nephew of classicist Mathew Arnold, was deeply embroiled in our modern agenda: overpopulation, birth-control, polluted oceans, dwindling forests, the absorption of human values by an all-engulfing science and technology. He predicted the invention of surface-to-air missiles, genetic engineering, pharmacological highs and the insidious colonization of society by media and advertising interests.

After writing a brace of biting social satires (“Crome Yellow” and “Antic Hay”), he produced his Utopian nightmare “Brave New World,” which did for the 1930s what George Orwell’s “1984" was to do for the postwar generation. Throughout, he wrote essays, religious tracts, political analyses, newspaper articles, even drama criticism.

Then, much to the chagrin of his earliest supporters, in his later years he wandered into the murky grottoes of religious mysticism (Buddhism, Hinduism, Vedanta, the paranormal) and--what was even more horrifying--personally experimented with mescaline and LSD. “The Doors of Perception,” Huxley’s 1954 account of his experiences with these hallucinogens, was, in many ways, the opening shot of the ‘60s; to that generation he became a culture-hero, and his book a kind of psychedelic Baedeker.

Although he first made his mark as a novelist, he was never very comfortable in the genre. He viewed novel-writing, according to his friend Christopher Isherwood, “as a necessary nuisance.” The actual weaving of fiction “bored him.” But in his essays, that multifaceted intelligence that could juggle science and history, religion and art, psychology and politics shone with a luciferous light. In “Huxley and God,” editor Jacqueline Bridgeman has culled together 26 pieces that convey Huxley’s fascination with the impenetrable and the unknowable.

The essays range from microscopic analyses of things like the Lord’s Prayer and a speech from “Henry V” to weighty discourses on subjects such as time, progress, contemplation, knowledge and understanding. One or two are cribbed from larger works such as “Time Must Have a Stop,” “The Perennial Philosophy” and “Grey Eminence,” but most are little-known pieces originally published by the Vedanta Society. The most accessible, and in many ways the most arresting, are the texts of lectures delivered to that society in the ‘50s and ‘60s. Whatever the subject, Huxley’s theme of “diseclipsing” the light that stands between ourselves and true enlightenment runs through the pages like an ominous seismological crack.

Through a weird kind of synchronicity that often brings the right man into the right milieu, Huxley settled in California in 1937. His mystical predisposition and pre-New Age predilections fitted in perfectly with his adopted home. Although his reasons for moving here were the terrain and the clear and abundant southwestern light, there was also, as it turned out, an affinity for cults and spiritual disciplines which, then as now, made him a kindred spirit in Los Angeles. (There is even a kind of odd relevance in this book being published by a San Francisco publishing house.)

Huxley’s fascination with spirituality was in large part an extension of the intellectual’s fascination with tantalizing abstractions. “True philosophy,” he told Andre Maurois, “is religion or else it is art, which is simply another form of religion.” Every self-contained system of thought holds out the promise that it will reveal the secrets of “ultimate reality,” a phrase that crawls endlessly through these pages like an elusive caterpillar through high grass. One feels that what constantly eludes Huxley, and what he is most intent on capturing, is not so much the State of Grace or some higher degree of karma, but a most finite articulation of what these spiritual states consist of. It is their definition that excites him, not necessarily their realization in his own nature.

And yet throughout these essays, Huxley is propounding the paradox of language obstructing the route to higher consciousness. He reminds us of St. Paul who talked about “the newness of spirit” and the “oldness of the letter” and how “the letter killeth” and “the spirit giveth life.” The search for Buddhahood fails because one is too consciously striving for it; by overvaluing words, we mistake the thing described for the thing itself; the conscious mind tries to hold truth in its grasp, but like water, it trickles through our fingers.

This fascination with the transcendental is often most intense in the mind of a voracious intellectual like Huxley, who has already digested the secrets of science and technology, psychology and religion, art and literature. For such people mysticism, like space-travel for the astronomers, represents the unconquered universe--the last hold-out against verifiable human knowledge.

When he is following his hunches and soaring on the wings of speculation, we experience a dazzling flight through vast and unexpected landscapes, but sometimes his zeal grounds him and then it is a little like being buttonholed by a Hare Krishna loony in an airport lounge. In chapters like “Distraction,” Huxley exhorts us to abandon the trivial and the inconsequential, which, in his view, diverts us from the jollies of the higher consciousness. In such moments, it is as if he is denying God a “happy hour” or a Sunday morning goof-off with the funny papers. In his earnest quest for deeper in sights, there is a distinct tendency to undervalue ordinary human existence, which is understandable in a man whose inner circle contained scientists, physicians, mystics and philosophers, but deplorable in that it prevented him from enjoying the distinctive pleasures of junk food, junk ideas and junk people. Which also explains somewhat his deficiency as a novelist for, as Chesterton pointed out, “A great novelist must above all be vulgar because life is vulgar and men are vulgar and because it is the novelist’s object to reproduce life.” As a writer and as a man, Huxley was a patrician whereas the greatest novelists were always, at base, plebs.

When he was a young man at Eton, a streptococcus infection attacked his eyes, and he was virtually blind for a year. Throughout his life, he had partial sight in only one eye and, given this impediment, the volume and breadth of his reading is staggering. Like Beethoven, who entered an even more plangent world of sound when he was deaf, Huxley experienced his greatest insights when his vision was most impaired.

It is that enforced introversion perhaps that accounts for his mystical tendencies. In a way very different from you or me, Huxley inhabited an “inner world” and, despite publicly held positions on a wide variety of social and political issues, it was in that interior world that he conducted his most painstaking research. Although in his last years he immersed himself completely, the preoccupation with mysticism was apparent from his earliest works, even in “Crome Yellow.” It is a mistake to see it as the aberration of a writer fading into his twilight years. It is much more the logical conclusion of the intellectual quest that began during his first years in Oxford. There was, from the very first, an ongoing relationship between Huxley and God.

The urbanity and literary sophistication that Huxley brings to subjects that could so easily become soupily spiritual or turgidly transcendental is what gives this collection its special tang and makes it intensely readable even when the author is vainly trying to define the ineffable.

Aldous Huxley and the Mysticism of Science by June Deery | Goodreads

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Aldous Huxley and the Mysticism of Science

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Aldous Huxley believed that religious belief could survive in the scientific era. His early recognition of the significance of 20th-century science, and the need for moral and spiritual direction resulted in his espousal of mysticism. This examination of his fiction and non-fiction reveals Huxley's significance for cross-disciplinary debates between religion, science and literature, and provides examples of the transmission or refraction of knowledge from one discourse to another. (less)

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Time Must Have a Stop
by Aldous Huxley, Douglas Dutton (Preface)

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Sebastian Barnack, a handsome English schoolboy, goes to Italy for the summer, and there his real education begins. His teachers are two quite different men: Bruno Rontini, the saintly bookseller, who teaches him about things spiritual; and Uncle Eustace, who introduces him to life's profane pleasures.


The novel that Aldous Huxley himself thought was his most successful at "fusing idea with story," Time Must Have a Stop is part of Huxley's lifelong attempt to explore the dilemmas of twentieth-century man and to create characters who, though ill-equipped to solve the dilemmas, all go stumbling on in their painfully serious comedies (in this novel we have the dead atheist who returns in a seance to reveal what he has learned after death but is stuck with a second-rate medium who garbles his messages).



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Paul
Sep 14, 2013Paul rated it it was amazing
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This is a difficult one to review. One of Huxley’s lesser known works; before Doors of Perception and after Brave New World and written as the Second World War finished. Difficult because it covers so much ground. It is a philosophical treatise, a critique of capitalism, fascism, socialism, especially of imperialism. It has a go at post-modernism and at Joyce, Woolf et al. It is a critique of religion in its traditional form; an exploration of Huxley’s attraction to Buddhism. It predates much existential thought and 60s radicalism and accurately predicts it. It talks about the trashing of the planet in a way that feels that it might have been written in the last ten years. It irritated and delighted me in equal measure. In the midst of that is a coming of age novel. It predicts the growing power of Russia and China; the collapse of Empire and at the same time preserves a lightness of touch and a sense of humour.
Sebastian Barnack is 17, with blond curly hair and is rather beautiful. His father John is a lawyer, anti-fascist and humanitarian. Unfortunately he does not understand Sebastian’s need for evening clothes and a social life because these are mere fripperies and totally unnecessary. Sebastian is an innocent (virgin) and a poet and does not understand his father’s asceticism. He is to spend the summer in Italy with his uncle Eustace. Eustace is a hedonist and sensualist, promising to teach Sebastian about life and love and buy him evening clothes! Bruno Rontini, a friend of Eustace will teach Sebastian about the spiritual side of life. The novel takes place over one summer, apart from an epilogue some 15 years later. Sebastian learns about life, loses his virginity, writes poetry, makes some mistakes; one of which (though simple and not too heinous) echoes through the years.
There are some startling moments. There is a death from a heart attack which Huxley describes with exceptional vividness and it feels all too real. I am not sure how Huxley does it, but he kills off a significant character (and I’m thinking No! You can’t do that) and at the same time the whole scene is hilarious; this is writing of a high order. The hilarity goes on as the character, who is an atheist discovers that death is not the end and the attempts to contact loved ones through a medium are very funny. The descriptions of life after death are irritating and unconvincing and a bit nirvanaish, but the point is made.
This novel for me is better than any of Huxley’s other work I have read. Sebastian is a typical 17 year old boy; hung up about girls, selfish, innocent and fancies himself as a poet. Sebastian grows up as he encounters goodness in the shape of Bruno Rontini and wickedness in the shape of fascism. There is even a type of reconciliation with his father by the end of the book. Embedded in the tale are the ideas; plenty to react to!
Suffering is not always ennobling. “Democracy is being able to say no to the boss, and you can’t say no unless you have enough property to enable you to eat when you have lost the bosses’ patronage.”
“For four and a half centuries white Europeans have been busily engaging in attacking, oppressing and exploiting the coloured people’s inhabiting the rest of the world. The catholic Spaniards and Portuguese began it; then came Protestant Dutch and Englishmen, Catholic French, Greek Orthodox, Russians, Lutheran Germans, Catholic Belgians. Trade and the Flag, exploitation and oppression, have always and everywhere followed or accompanied the proselytizing cross.
Victims have long memories – a fact which oppressors can never understand.”
It is powerful stuff and Huxley comprehensively dismantles western liberal ideas in a ruthless and pitiless way. The answers he gives are not convincing, but the demolition is spot on. There is much to argue with and Huxley is a little smug sometimes; but this is a thought provoking book. It foreshadows Fritz Fanon, Rachel Carson and the 60s radicals and it looks back on the post-modern movement. I like books that you can react to; I disagreed with a good deal, but it was a great ride!! (less)
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daniel
Apr 20, 2009daniel rated it it was amazing
'of course, you realize,' he added, 'that you'll always be disappointed?'
'with what?'
'with girls, with parties, with experience in general. nobody who has any kind of creative imagination can possibly be anything but disappointed with real life. when i was young i used to be miserable because i hadn't any talents - nothing but a little taste and cleverness. but now i'm not sure one isn't happier that way. people like you aren't really commensurable with the world they live in. whereas people like me are completely adapted to it.' he removed the [cigar:] from between his large damp lips to take another sip of brandy.
'your business isn't doing things,' he resumed. 'it isn't even living. it's writing poetry. vox et praeterea nihil, that's what you are and what you ought to be. or rather voces, not vox. all the voices in the world. like chaucer. like shakespeare. the miller's voice and the parson's voice, desdemona's and caliban's and kent's and polonius'. all of them impartially.'
'impartially,' sebastian repeated slowly.
yes, that was good; that was exactly what he'd been trying to think about himself, but had never quite succeeded, because such thoughts didn't fit into the ethical and philosophical patterns which he had been brought up to regard as axiomatic. voices, all the voices impartially. he was delighted by the thought.
'of course,' eustace was saying, 'you could always argue that you live more intensely in your mental world-substitute than we who only wallow in the real thing and i'd be inclined to admit it. but the trouble is that you can't be content to stick to your beautiful ersatz. you have to descend into evening clothes and ciro's and chorus girls - and perhaps even politics and committee meetings, god help us! with lamentable results. because you're not at home with these lumpy bits of matter. they depress you, they bewilder you, they shock you and sicken you and make a fool of you. and yet they still tempt you; and they'll go on tempting you, all our life. tempting you to embark on actions which you know in advance can only make you miserable and distract you from the one thing you can do properly, the one thing that people value you for.' (less)
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Jacob
Feb 03, 2008Jacob rated it it was amazing
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Seriously one of the best books I've read in the last few years. It's a deceptive read in that the storyline is a facade for Huxley's philosophical messages. If you can get past the fact that it really isn't about a young man trying to procure formal evening wear, but instead a dialogue of morals, it becomes much easier to read and very enjoyable. Definitely worth finishing, and definitely worth reading again. (less)
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Ant
Sep 10, 2010Ant rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
This novel was written just prior to the publication of the Perennial philosophy, his essay on the mystical. Reading this leaves no doubt that the direction his writing was taking was very personal & closely following his own spiritual evolution. In fact, 'Time Must Have a Stop' could almost have been written as a prelude to where he was to take his audience with his future essays. While his last major novel, 'Eyeless In Gaza', if we are to jump frog 'After a many Summer', left the protagonist at the edge of this spiritual exploration, this book jumps right in with the first ever after death account of "the light" I've ever read in a book.


"The light", that supposed near death experience many have anecdotally gone through to live to tell about, was described, not entirely surprisingly from Huxley, as a very psychedelic state. As he describes it here, it mirrors exactly the bliss/anxiety/eternalness that LSD or other hallucinogens take the mind through, as a Self-aware, living, changing geometric Lattice of light. Which influenced which? His experiments with Hallucinogens or his association with Vedanta, it's hard to say, but there is no doubt that his experience of the psychedelic state played a major role in the formulation of his description of the post death state in this novel. The novel in itself is not one of his great works in a literary sense. It is not in the realms of 'Point Counter' Point or 'Eyeless in Gaza'. It however moved, to my mind in a much better direction than his previous novel, 'After a many summer', returning to his drier, more introspective English style.


While the book is not a monument or masterpiece, it is a very good book, and a good read. Set in Florence, he surrounds his characters with art, culture and the richness of life, while setting it all up to challenge the reader of its surrender (in the form of personal annihilation). The book is not about bringing culture to the reader, but the wisdom to treat it all as superficial and ultimately a distraction. There is no doubt this book was presented as nothing less than a modern sutra.


Having read many reviews here, I still feel Huxley was grossly misunderstood. The man was a cynic with a scientific dissection of reality. He was not a hopeful, was not a dreamer, if you were to understand his earlier works, so why would he break here? His mind was the fruit of the evolution of the ground of those traits. The word 'God' raises eyebrows and rightly so, but for want of a better linguistic bridge, Huxley, sparingly uses this term to identify with an ultimate ground; a ground which many have experienced and is held by no institution. We do not take it as accepted fact the stories humorous lines about the misadventures of a séance, but rather a vehicle to attempt to describe a deeper, ineffable state which goes beyond any descriptions a book may grant. Gathered from millenia of experience, Huxley has sifted through texts (and pretexts) to offer the most viable answer to a most impossible question. To say the atheist is the ultimate conveyor of truth is to put one's faith blindly in yet one more dogma. Yet Huxley ultimately does not explicitly even commit to any specific doctrine, settling on the final "Not this, not this" as the only description of truth.


This is a relatively minor novel for Huxley, but at the same time an important one. Well written, great fun in fact, but in order to understand it as more than mere point of View, to understand it as the Hero of the book, Bruno would have, one would have to extend oneself to read Huxley's next work, the 'Perennial Philosophy'.


Don't get me wrong, it is not a heavy book. It is well balanced with humor and interesting character sketches that he treats much more kindly than in his earlier works in spite of their flaws. He even treats himself a little more charitably if we are to imagine he is Sebastian. I loved this book. It returned him from that American novel style, back to where he belongs. It was warm, rich and thought provoking and enough to make me continue to follow his path had I not read this before his later works. An absolute must for any Huxley fan. Oh, and interestingly, Bruno, the spiritual inspiration, died of throat cancer, as did Huxley many years later. (less)
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Jake Danishevsky
Oct 03, 2015Jake Danishevsky rated it it was amazing
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A coming of age book by Aldous Huxley. The most interesting part is transformation of Sebastian Barnack. I can completely relate to his character and I am sure, so as many who are able to reflect on their past, present and maybe even the future. I have the same values as I had when I was in my teens, twenties, thirties, but I have different beliefs and understanding of my surroundings and even those same values. That is how I saw Sebastian as I read this book.

Not to spoil the book for anyone who would like to read it themselves, here is just a tidbit about it. The story starts with description of a young man, who with his youthful charm and good looks is able to make people like him immediately, pay attention to anything he would request and even forgive him on anything that others might not be able to get away with. He makes mistakes, a few and many, but as any young person, he has a hard time dealing with telling the truth, owning up to them and at the same time trying to justify them. Sebastian is not a bad person, but he is young and scared, of his own doing and his own actions. Is he selfish? Yes, he might be and even cynical, but all and all, he is desperate to feel better about his actions by hoping that no one will find out or when they do, they will once again fall for his charm and a smile. Can someone blame him for his actions? Sure, of course he is wrong and he knows it, but yet he continues to fall deeper into his own desperate mental hole that he dug for himself of deceit and hence in a way hurting the ones who are trying to help him, the ones who love him. His priorities are not aligned with strong character, but yet he knows it and not able to get out of pitiful of his own actions.

Bruno changes Sebastian's life. Bruno is a distant relative and a man of virtue. He teaches Sebastian not by lecturing, not by talks, but by being. Bruno pays the price for Sebastian's actions, but yet he continues to display the virtue and higher level of character that eventually helps Sebastian in the long run.

Skip forward and we see a man, a man who has been through some good and bad of life, but a man nevertheless who was able to learn and evolve into a person that he was meant to be. He becomes a man of stronger character and therefore gains respect even from someone who doesn't always volunteer to display respect, his father. That man is Sebastian and his life has taken many terms, but he was able to learn humility from his experiences and from the man who stood by him through actions that others might have not supported, Bruno.

Huxley was an amazing psycho-analyst. He was able to create a character and then do analysis on his character, where you feel what the character feels and yet you are able to reflect on his actions that you would not agree with, worry about him doing the right thing and eventually praise the character for becoming a person of some greater value. Amazing book and work of fiction. It draws you in and makes you want to see what happens next. I have to admit, I am a huge Huxley fan, but I did not love every single one of his books. This one I liked a lot. Even though it has taken me a little longer than I expected to read it, it was not due to the book, but my constraints of time and whenever I had time to pick it up, I had a hard time putting it down. I was contemplating whether to give this one 4 or 5 stars and since there is no 4.5, then 5 it is. (less)
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David Zerangue
Aug 11, 2020David Zerangue rated it liked it  ·  review of another edition
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This would have been a 2.5 star rating if half stars were allowed.

I found this book to be very challenging to appreciate. Aldous Huxley was a highly intelligent individual and I have enjoyed other works of his. But this one really missed. There were elements of the novel that reminded me why I enjoy reading his works, but there were so many other aspects of this novel that I found overly difficult. I felt I needed to be a scholar to appreciate this novel. By the time the reader reaches the end of this novel, it is clear this is Mr. Huxley’s philosophy. Had he focused on telling the story so as to deliver the message, this would have been a more rewarding read. (less)
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Scott
Apr 07, 2018Scott rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Huxley was deep into his mystical phase by the time he wrote this, 1945, and there’s a heavy didactic strain to the novel – while it starts as something of a social satire, by the ending it’s become pretty close to a straightforward essay, masquerading as the notebook of one of the characters. So it’s an excellent presentation of his views on religion and mysticism, though there’s no mention of psychedelics at this point, presumably he hadn’t yet begun his explorations there. And his biting sens ...more
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Troy Alexander
Dec 30, 2020Troy Alexander rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Extremely clever (above my head, in places) and wonderfully written. I did find myself thinking, at times, "just get on with it", as I do find Huxley rather verbose but, nevertheless, this is still a very engaging and thought-provoking book.
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Momina Masood
Mar 06, 2014Momina Masood rated it it was ok
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And suddenly he knew these recovered figments of himself for what they so shamefully were; knew them for mere clots and disintegrations, for mere absences of light, mere untransparent privations, nothingness that had to be annihilated, had to be held up into incandescence, considered and understood and then repudiated, annihilated to make place for the beauty, the knowledge, the bliss.

I wasn’t at all prepared for Huxley and had no inkling what this book was going to be about. In my college library, I was looking instead for Brave New World but, since I failed to find it, I picked this one up, thinking that written by the same man who’s written a positively famous book, it must be good, as well. And it is, undoubtedly. But for the uninitiated, this book is kind of hard to get in to, to get properly adjusted, as the early pages completely knock you numb with their verbiage. Huxley, among other things, can get verbose as anything. The patient and inexorable reader might wade through the early few chapters and, though no Nirvana waits at the end of the endeavor, the reading experience will not prove to be completely futile, in my humble opinion, at least.

This book must not be read for the fiction, the story, the character development. It isn’t a traditional novel as it aims not to excite the fancy but to give a few philosophical nuggets to chew on. It is more of a philosophical treatise than a novel, actually. If Huxley wanted to tell a story, he could have done it in 5 pages as nothing much happens in this book. The characters are drawn as mouthpieces to explicate Huxley’s philosophy and his qualms regarding the world as he saw it. They are also drawn as embodiments and possible archetypes: you have a morally depraved atheist in Eustace whose end of life is pleasure; the spiritualist and the enlightener Bruno; the mother-figure and the sentimentalist in Mrs. Ockham, and the cynical, invulnerable, morally questionable adulteress in Mrs. Thwale. Oh, and you also have the political puritan in John Barnack, as well. In drawing such diverse characters, Huxley has, in a way, given a cross-sectional analysis of his world and in the midst of these characters is our protagonist, the seventeen-year old Sebastian Barnack who is precocious and annoying as hell! Experience and transformation await this seventeen-year old contradiction of a human being and, in this way, this novel can be seen as one of those coming-of-age thingies. In the Epilogue, the reader sees a more self-aware Sebastian who’s less wordy and specious, concerned about more important things in life and, finally, asking the right questions. It is said that the ideas in this book were further developed in The Perennial Philosophy and I’m looking forward to reading it to understand better Huxley’s take on the world. The little I’ve managed to gather is that Huxley, to his fortune, was a kind of a spiritualist. I knew before of his fascination with Hinduism and Buddhism and it is very much evident in this book.

All in all, I warn the reader that this is not a recreational book and definitely does not bear the enjoyable fruits of common fiction. It is heavy, can get a little dull, sometimes even difficult and you might ask yourself what is the bloody point of all of this?! As I happened to mention that I issued this book out of my college library, the page beginning the 16th chapter had a little pencilled squiggle saying: “Do not waste your valuable time with this dull book!” Further on, the squiggle reappeared saying: “Useless!” I wanted to place a squiggle of my own somewhere but then I decided otherwise. He or she, whoever wrote them, are kind of right as this book is not meant for everyone. Huxley was an intellectual, first and foremost, and this book is a proof of that. You do not have ordinary conversations between the characters but essay-length debates on art, culture and theology replete with the most fantastic of pedantic allusions. Well that’s Huxley for you. He does, however, manage to pull you in at some point and does well in his endeavor.

The 2 stars are, well, kind of personal. He disparages a few things that are very important to me and gets extremely blasphemous at times. I have been open-minded enough to review him pleasantly but I cannot be too much of a liberal in giving him a high rating. I apologize but I shall advise Muslim readers in being cautious whilst reading this book, if you do choose to pick it up. It gets offensive but then again, the stereotypes have gotten too old and clichéd to actually offend us. They kind of elicit a meh now. Meh for you, Huxley!

That said, I’m still open to reading Brave New World and I hope the next time I visit my library, I’ll find the right book.

And of course, he reflected, resurrection is optional. We are under no compulsion except to persist—to persist as we are, growing always a little worse and a little worse; indefinitely, until we wish to rise again as something other than ourselves; inexorably, unless we permit ourselves to be raised.
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Leoniepeonie
Oct 29, 2020Leoniepeonie added it
Finally putting this bad boi to bed. Big fat DNF.
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Michael Chance
Dec 12, 2017Michael Chance rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Huxley regarded this book as his most successful attempt at dealing with philosophical themes in the novel form. I would agree partially... It is quite astonishing the depth and breadth of ideas that he manages to discuss. Perhaps it would be a better novel if he’d held back a little, but we’d be poorer if that were the case.

This book is not really a novel; it sets out as a novel before disintegrating and deconstructing the form, and this is its great success. The book begins as a human comedy, and ends as a divine comedy. The novel - a bourgeois 19th-20thC form of prose fiction centred on the individual - gives way to something more cosmic; the individual perspective is dissolved.

This is not to say that the petty bourgeois concerns of young Sebastian are shown as silly and meaningless, merely that there are different levels of consciousness that are appropriate at different stages of life. Although he is fiercely intellectual, Sebastian is young, and therefore preoccupied with the distractions of youth; clothes, girls, social acceptance - and that’s ok, he’ll mature. As the book progresses, the conceptual elements come further to the fore: from the first fumblings, to grown up conversational dialectics, to enlightened, mysterious inner reckoning.

The political aspect is perhaps most immediately apparent. Huxley gives us characters which represent ways of being - such as the miserly but fair socialist father against the indulgent, lascivious capitalist uncle - and sets them against each other without moralising too much or too obviously toward one side - they both have flaws and boons.

The religious/spiritual aspect of the book is slightly harder to grasp and I feel like I need a second reading to do so.
This is a book which I’m sure would hold up to a third, fourth and fifth reading, and would yield ever more ideas with each visit. Huxley is one of the great comprehensive, syncretistic thinkers of the 20thC, and breaks boundaries not only in a progressive sense but in a lateral sense, opening up a wider scope for the inclusion of diverse intellectual disciplines within the novel form.

I must read The Perennial Philosophy, which I gather is basically the non-fiction equivalent to this, or vice versa - not sure which is better to start with though? (less)
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Gee
May 06, 2012Gee rated it liked it
Having once tried to commence Brave New World, which I found difficult to get into, I approached another Huxley novel with a little trepidation. But I found myself enjoying Time Must Have a Stop. It's setting, period and characters reminded me a little of Somerset Maugham which gave me some comfort and familiarity. But overall this was an engaging story of religious or spiritual belief, an impression of the afterlife and the nature of the system of life that was society between the wars (Time was published in 1944).

This is the story of Sebastian Barnack, a 17-year old budding poet who goes to stay with this larger than life uncle Eustace in Florence for a holiday. It's very much a story of Sebastian learning about life - from the point of view of his strict and socialist father, from the generosity of spirit of his uncle, from the experience he gains from Veronica, his uncle's mother-in-law's assistant companion, and Bruno, a friend of Eustace's he gets to know deeply after the death of his uncle.

There are plenty of more sophisticated reviews of this book on Goodreads, so I shall leave it to those who can do an in depth review far more effectively. I recommend this book if you want an engaging story told with a sense of poetry and fun, and if you want your view of life, and the afterlife, to be challenged with some fascinating insights. (less)
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Liza
Jul 19, 2010Liza rated it really liked it
Shelves: forced-or-unintentional-philosophy
As mentioned by others, this is not for those who are looking for a story or a plot to dive into. This is philosophy through and through. I expected that when I started it, which is probably why I was so satisfied with it.

With that in mind, Huxley let's you into his mind in a way very very few have the bravery or depth to do. Yes, he is verbose and he can't seem to bring his lingual genius down to the layman's level-- but I love that about him as well. If you can get through it, if you really take the time and effort to understand it-- it is likely that it will blow you away.

As for me, I don't doubt that I'll be reading passage after passage many many times over the course of my life, only to discover something new each time.

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Scott
Dec 31, 2012Scott rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: classics
This book is quite powerful; culminating, throughout all of Sebastian's learnings and goings-on, in the true essence of the results of actions. Through Bruno's teachings on the ancestors and descendants of an action, good or bad, and through the actual results of Sebastian's choices, what was seemingly trivial proved that nothing is truly trivial. Sebastian moved on from a "simple poet", albeit extremely gifted, to a true philosopher of his time, giving each action a thorough discourse of its existence. We should all aspire to put such deep thought into the everyday doings. (less)
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Clinton Smith
Dec 12, 2013Clinton Smith rated it really liked it
Huxley is now best known for his 'Brave New World' dystopia. And that is well. His other books are amusing, erudite fiction. Huxley, however had an abiding interest in arcane philosophies and 'Time Must Have a Stop' is one of his most interesting books. It is an attempt - imbued with Huxley's inevitable wit - to explore beyond death. An attempt that demonstrates insight and considerable philosophical inquiry. Highly recommended. (less)
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David
Oct 19, 2010David rated it really liked it
Shelves: ap-literature
The only Aldous Huxley novel I have read aside from Brave New World. Huxley manages to blend philosophy, theology, a novel of class, and a coming of age novel (with a dash of mysticism) into a provocative and engaging story.
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An Encyclopaedia Of Pacifism : Aldous Huxley : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

An Encyclopaedia Of Pacifism : Aldous Huxley : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive



An Encyclopaedia Of Pacifism by Aldous Huxley


Publication date 1937

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This is a great compendium about many different aspects of war and pacifism. The philosophy and reasons for non-violent ways of resisting violence and war are thoroughly explained, while the political and social effects of armament races, modern warfare etc. find interesting treatises. Many points and ideas which Huxley raised in his essays of "Ends and Means", which I also highly recommend, are explored further. Due to the alphabetical order and index it's easy to find exactly what you are looking for, but you can or should of course read it all from A to Z - in my opinion these assistances are mainly to find these articles which you found interesting but semi-forgot.
Although now decades old this encyclopedia still holds its ground and should be a must-read besides "Ends and Means" for all politicians oder politically intersted people. Many interesting new developments and events occured since Huxley published this book, which is why there is a so called "Handbook of Non-Violence" (by Robert Seeley) which contains Huxley's work word for word - after that follows a second part by the editor Seeley covering all these new aspects of modern warfare and non-violent resistance. This edition should be a lot easier to find and cheaper than Huxley's original work (which got only a single printing, as far as I know, and is very rare). What was very important for me (sorry, I've got to stress that out again), is that Seeley didn't mix his new articles inbetween Huxley's work, but kept both separated.
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