One of my all time favourite novels is Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, and last week I stumbled (thanks to Boing Boing) across a 1956 radio play, narrated by Huxley himself. It is just an hour long, and a very nice production, so there is really no reason not to listen to it.

This dystopian vision of the future still rings true, especially since we seem to be moving towards it faster than Huxley originally envisioned: When the book was published in 1932, he set his story six hundred years in the future. Twenty-five years later in introducing the radio play, he revised this to two hundred years. I wonder what he'd have to say now that another fifty years have passed.