Al is fond of reading dystopian. A man who feels like a dead man walking continuously living his mundane life as if no joy can be found within. In the middle of his suffering, he met a woman who is also a lover of books just like him-- Regina. Two people lost in different genre meets in an unexpected way.

Bibliophiles had come from hither and yon to the inventory reduction sale at the antiquarian bookshop, a treasure trove of rare books and first editions. The books were shelved alphabetically by the author’s last name; a customer could easily come across a book by Aldous Huxley while searching for Victor Hugo.

Alexander Lincoln Emerson (who generally used just the initial letters of his first and middle names [A.L.]) reached for a first edition of that classic dystopian novel, The Time Machine, by H.G. Wells. At the same moment, Regina picked up Leaves of Grass, by the American poet Walt Whitman. Both fumbled their selections and dropped them to the floor. A.L. picked up the volume of poetry and handed it to his fellow shopper.

The two book-lovers introduced themselves and chatted casually. A.L. was intrigued with her bright eyes and intelligent expression, along with her striking beauty. Regina likewise found him attractive. “When we’re done here, let’s stop at the coffee shop next door where we can talk about our books.” “Hey, good idea!”

Over their cappuccinos and pastries, A.L and Regina became acquainted. He learned she was from Vermont, holds a B.A. in English Literature from Harvard, and enjoys camping and white water kayaking in New Hampshire. She works as a teaching assistant at Dartmouth while pursuing an M.A. (and future PhD) in 19th Century literature. He enjoys dystopian literature and cinema, is from Bristol, Virginia, and holds a BSEE from MIT. He participates in competitive handball and enjoys bowling and casual games of basketball.

“You read dystopian Lit? That’s so cool! There’s quite a bit of 19thCentury Lit that can be considered the foundation, or perhaps the origin, of your favorite genre.” A.L. was surprised by the warmth he felt in response. He considered himself to have a personality that was anhedonic, at times morose, perfectly suited for an engineer at a giant aerospace company. This feeling now was like the time he won that handball championship last spring. No, this is better.

Reginia continued, “Have you ever read Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground? While it’s largely a philosophical work, it portrays a dark image of a future society.”

A.L. replied, “No, I’ve never tried reading that. I once struggled through the over800 pages of The Brothers Karamazov. What drudgery!”

“Oh, Notes is much shorter, less than 150 pages.”

“OK, I’ll try that sometime. Are there other 19thCentury dystopian works?”

“You might like Erewhon by Samuel Butler. It is a satire of Victorian society. Butler’s view was influenced by the rapid changes in society brought about by the Industrial Revolution. He even foresaw Artificial Intelligence and self-replicating machines. But, enough of that. Tell me about the books that are important to you.”

“Well, there’s Make Room! Make Room!” by Harry Harrison. It was the basis for the movie ‘Soylent Green’. In it, climate change and overpopulation have led to a world where the wealthy few have everything and the rest of the world’s billions suffer deprivation.”

“Oh, my.”

“I also like A Clockwork Orange, by Anthony Burgess. Imagine a world where adolescents indulge in ultra-violence and speak their own dialect which is a combination of English and Russian slang. It’s a very dark, disturbing novel.”

“Yes, I have read that. Do you read anything not so bleak? Maybe adult-level adventure stories?”

“I’ve enjoyed Hemingway’s novels, especially The Old Man and the Sea.”

“Me, too! A great story of Man versus Nature! Did you ever read Two Years Before the Mast?”

“What’s that?”

“Well, it’s a memoir, but it reads a bit like fiction. A young man signs onto a merchant ship sailing from New England to California, which was still part of Mexico at the time. The author, Richard Dana, described his work as ‘the life of a common sailor at sea as it really is.’ It seems that Herman Melville was inspired by it.”

“Melville? Oh, didn’t he write Moby Dick?”

“Uh-huh.”

Just then, the server came to their table to tell them the coffee shop was about to close for the day.

As they were leaving, A.L. said, “This has been a delightful afternoon. I enjoyed it a lot. Maybe we can get together again soon to talk about some more books.”

“You bet your sweet …, uh, I mean, yes, of course. I would like that. How about Thursday afternoon at the Student Union?”

“OK. See you then.”

Regina left wondering, “What should I read now to interest him?”

Meanwhile, A.L. wondered, “What should I read now to interest her?”

It’s Thursday afternoon. At the Student Union, Regina is sitting at a table near the coffee cart. She looks up and smiles when A.L. joins her. He offers to buy her coffee; she requests a caffè macchiato. He returns with her drink and a cortado for himself and two apple galettes.

After the usual pleasantries of “How are you?” and “It sure is a nice afternoon”, she asks, “Do you have a book you’d like to talk about?”

“Yes, indeed, I sure do! I decided to read something that both fit my interests, that is, a dystopian novel, and that was written in the 19th Century, which I thought you might like.”

She smiles again and looks into his eyes. “What did you choose?”

Somewhat flustered and trying not to show it, he replies, “I read The Last Man, by Mary Shelley. Have you read it?”

“No, but I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it about a plague that wipes out humanity? It’s a shame that most people think that the only book she wrote was Frankenstein. Please tell me about it.”

“Yes, the plague puts me in mind of the COVID and Ebola epidemics of the last few years. More than that, I identify with the main character, Lionel Verney. He has been described as ‘A man who feels like a dead man, walking continuously, living his mundane life as if no joy can be found within.’ I, too, live with anhedonia, with emptiness, loneliness, and isolation.”

“I’m surprised to hear you say that. You seem so full of energy and life.”

“Oh, that’s just a façade, an image I employ to protect myself. But, really, I don’t like talking about myself. Tell me about the book you chose.”

“Well, like you, I sought a 19th Century dystopian novel, The Begum’s Fortune, a lesser-known novel by Jules Verne.”

“Afraid I’ve never heard of that.”

“It’s one of Verne’s Voyages extraordinairesseries. Two men, one French and one German, inherit vast fortunes. The French man uses his wealth to establish a utopian city. The German also builds a city, of which he is an absolute dictator. The German creates a great military-industrial complex, with the intention of first destroying the French utopian city and then establishing German world domination. His realm, with its dystopian elements, collapses upon his death. The book is filled with anti-German ethnic slurs and propaganda.”

“Wow. I am definitely adding that to my reading list.”

Regina finishes her drink and says, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day. Let’s go outside and continue our discussion on a bench on the Commons.”

Her companion replies, “Great idea!” He takes a last bite of his galette and a last sip of his coffee. Then they both go out to the sunshine.