Yevgeny Ivanovich Zamyatin – He was the author of the great anti-utopian novel, We. Orwell admired it, and he thought Huxley had been influenced by (copied?) it. He died in exile, after his letter to Stalin gained him permission to emigrate rather than remain in the USSR without the permission to write. Considering the contents of his 1923 essay, On Literature, Revolution, Entropy, and Other Matters, it’s a wonder he wasn’t just taken out and shot.
Heretics are the only (bitter) remedy against the entropy of human thought.
Where the flaming, seething sphere (in science, religion, social life, art) cools, the fiery magma becomes coated with dogma- a rigid, ossified, motionless crust. Dogmatisation in science, religion, social life, or art is the entropy of thought. What has become dogma no longer burns: it only gives off warmth- it is tepid, it is cool.
The novel, We, is a memoir written by a prominent engineer in the glorious future One State in which human life is totally regulated. Mathematics has trumped all poetry. Individuals rejoice in their state as ciphers. Sex is proscribed to limited “private hours” regulated by the Book of Hours, and access to sex partners is free, and regulated with a system of recorded pink chits. The book is a little heavy with literary experimentation as it seeks to evoke the mentality of the future man who revels in his routine and lack of spontaneity, but it is prescient of so many things, in culture, in politics, and especially in the entire future of science fiction, that it amazes. It also has a very sharp and dark humor.
They say that the Ancients conducted elections in some kind of secrecy, hiding like thieves … Why would all this mystery be necessary? Even today it is not understood conclusively; the likeliest explanation is that elections were connected to some sort of mystical, superstitious, maybe even criminal rites. For us, there is nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of: we celebrate election day in the daytime, openly and honestly. I see everyone vote for the Benefactor; everyone sees me vote for the Benefactor – and it couldn’t be any different, since “I” and “everyone” are the unified “WE” …And if you even suggest the impossible, that is, that there could be some dissonance in the usual homophony, then the invisible Guardians are here, among our ranks: at any momen, they can stop ciphers who are falling into error and save them from their next false step – and save the One State from them.
Need I add that the “hero” is undone by love, by sex, by a femme fatale ? At their trysts outside the glass wall of the city, in the museum of the Ancient House, she wears a yellow silk dress. Her teeth are like daggers. She scorns the One State, respects nothing. She is irrestible to him, the engineer of the great spaceship Integral, the vessel that will bring the happiness of tyranny to other planets. She drives him crazy…makes him…human?