Holy Shit. I'm now five chapters in to Little Brother and it is blowing my mind. It's the 1984 of the modern age. Except...I don't know, it's even scarier. 1984 is plenty scary, but it also already starts in a dystopian world. We're spared the tiny steps that inevitably got us to the ministry of truth and doublethink and all the rest of it. Little Brother starts, well, essentially where we are right now. It's those tiny details that scare the fuck out of me, like that throw away detail in Handmaid's Tale about turning off all the credit cards belonging to women. How many things have happened in the past eight years that cross a minor moral boundary for you, and yet you've failed to act up?
Maybe I'm able to identify just a little too much with a 17 year old boy who calls himself W1n5t0n.