If you could imagine Karl Marx and Upton Sinclair sitting down to write a parody of 1984, you're pretty close to this novel.

I knew it would be political, but to even call it a novel is generous (that said, London has this really cool "found footage" thing he does with footnotes and a separate narrator that is reminiscent of the Dune series, particularly the sequels).

Rather dry, rather bland, a bit of a slog to get through in the middle half, but it was valuable to get a psychoanalytical peak into Jack London's head.