Next to the line “The mighty novel of a soulless, streamlined Eden - and the two who escape it” the cover shows a man and a woman, naked but with a sort of mist obscuring their naughty bits, climbing through an abstract aperture beyond which we can see a hint of a futuristic city. She thought that I would be amused by the cover, which pitched the book as a lurid pulp novel. A few years ago a friend gave me a gift she’d found in a used-book sale somewhere - a Bantam paperback edition, from 1955 (price 35 cents) of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.
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