i think about it more than is probably healthy, but it would be so nice to just not take responsibility for once.but this book kind of made my mouth water. where i can be left alone to read and not have to worry about what i will eat or wear or how i will pay for things.
but imagine living for three years uninterrupted, getting to read and eat and be left alone with no job or responsibilities except keeping your organs in good condition? this appeals so much to the part of me that wants to go to a loony bin or jail or somewhere just.
the catch is that you have to perform in drug-testing or psychological experiments and eventually give up your organs.
am i crazy for thinking i could thrive (for a few years anyway, until i run out of parts) in this type of environment? here's the rundown: if ladies don't have kids by the age of 50, and men by 60, and they have no elderlies of their own to take care of, or a job that involves caring for others (teacher, doctor, etc), they get shipped off to a facility where they are housed in pretty plush apartments (with cameras, but no biggie), amazing-sounding food, exercise facilities, library, theater etc. so this was supposed to be for my "october is dystopian/apocalyptic month." and for most people, this book would definitely fall on the dystopian side of things. Dorrit is faced with compliance or escape, and.well, then what? She is resigned to her fate and discovers her days there to be rather consoling and peaceful.īut when she meets a man inside the Unit and falls in love, the extraordinary becomes a reality and life suddenly turns unbearable. Despite the ruthless nature of this practice, the ethos of this near-future society and the Unit is to take care of others, and Dorrit finds herself living under very pleasant conditions: well-housed, well-fed, and well-attended. In the Unit they are expected to contribute themselves for drug and psychological testing, and ultimately donate their organs, little by little, until the final donation. Here, women over the age of fifty and men over sixty-single, childless, and without jobs in progressive industries-are sequestered for their final few years they are considered outsiders. She is promised a nicely furnished apartment inside the Unit, where she will make new friends, enjoy the state of the art recreation facilities, and live the few remaining days of her life in comfort with people who are just like her.
One day in early spring, Dorrit Weger is checked into the Second Reserve Bank Unit for biological material.
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