عالم جديد شجاع – Brave New World

في المعتاد, لست من هواة أدب الخيال العلمي Science Fiction بإستثناء بعض الأعمال المتميزة فعلاً. فالخيال العلمي ارتبط عندي بمسلسلات مثل Star Trek التي لا تعجبني على الإطلاق. و لكن إهتمام السيد خطيبي الشديد لهذا النوع من الأدب شد انتباهي, فهو يرى أن هذا الأدب له إمكانيات هائلة في إلغاء القيود من العقل البشري و تحريره للتفكير في أمور “غير معقولة” في اللحظة الحاضرة, و لكن يفاجئ القارئ بعد مرور فترة طويلة من الزمن أن تلك التوقعات حدثت (أحيانا حرفيا!).  و لذلك طلبت منه توجيهي لقراءة أعمال استساغها, و قد نصحني مشكوراً بقراءة قصتين: “1984” لجورج أورويلGeorge Orwell  و “عالم جديد شجاع / Brave New World” لأدولس هاكسلي Aldous Huxley, لأن هذين العملين يهدفان إلى تخيل المجتمع في المستقبل, بالرغم من اختلاف محتوى القصتين, إلا أنهما وصلا إلى نفس النتيجة.

 

في هذه التدوينة سأعرض مقتطفات من “عالم جديد شجاع”, و إن شاء الله المرة القادمة سأتحدث أكثر عن 1984…

 

 Brave new World كتبت في عام 1932 و تدور في فلك مجتمع ليبرالي شديد التحرر, حيث “ينتمي الكل للكل / Everybody belongs to everybody” , اهتمام الأفراد الوحيد هو الاستمتاع, الجنس هو مجرد لعبة يشجع الأطفال على لعبها منذ الصغر, الموت شئ طبيعي و لا يستوجب الإنفعال, المجتمع ينقسم إلى عدة مجموعات: Alpha-Beta-Gamma…, كل مجموعة يتم تربيتها في بيئة خاصة بها شبيهة بالمصنع, و يتم تلقينهم طوال الوقت (و حتى أثناء نومهم) كل الأفكار التي يجب أن يؤمنوا بها, لا توجد أي علاقات أسرية, في حالة الشعور بأي منغصات أسهل شئ هو اللجوء للمخدرات,,,

القصة ممتعة جداً و لن تأخذ أكثر من يومين أو ثلاثة إذا كان عندك بعض من الوقت للقراءة🙂

فيما يلي مقتطفات من جحوار دائر بين واحد من المتحكمين في النظام مع شخص ولد بالخطأ في آخر مجتمع بدائي: 

“The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they practically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. And if anything should go wrong, there’s soma.” said the Controller.

The Savage shook his head. “It all seems to me quite horrible.” “Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”

“If you allowed yourselves to think of God, you wouldn’t allow yourselves to be degraded by pleasant vices. You’d have a reason for bearing things patiently, for doing things with courage.” said the Controller. “We prefer to do things comfortably.”

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”

“In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.”

“All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.”

“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.” There was a long silence.

“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.

Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. “You’re welcome,” he said.

 They say that it is the fear of death and of what comes after death that makes men turn to religion as they advance in years. But my own experience has given me the conviction that, quite apart from any such terrors or imaginings, the religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older; to develop because, as the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the images, desires and distractions, in which it used to be absorbed; whereupon God emerges as from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns towards the source of all light; turns naturally and inevitably; for now that all that gave to the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, now that phenomenal existence is no more bolstered up by impressions from within or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something that will never play us false–a reality, an absolute and everlasting truth. Yes, we inevitably turn to God; for this religious sentiment is of its nature so pure, so delightful to the soul that experiences it, that it makes up to us for all our other losses.'” Maine de Biran.

5 responses to “عالم جديد شجاع – Brave New World

  1. I really liked the book I thought it gave us a pretty clear idea what would happen if we forgot that part of the beauty of life is pain and hardship, it is what creates real happiness.

  2. Nousha: I’m glad you are blogging again! I’m the sci-fi fan so I can totally see where he is coming from. That’s my fave page in A Brave New World as well!

  3. Juka: thanks🙂 I’m starting to familiarize myself with this new literature🙂 first impression: fun, stimulating, different.

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