![]() ![]() The treatment is a success and Alex is released from prison a new man who cannot think of let alone commit any acts of violence without becoming terribly ill and vomiting. The book itself is told from the perspective of the main character, Alex a fifteen-year-old boy who, with his gang of "droogs" goes out every evening to drink hallucinogen-laced drinks and participate in extreme, mindless violence.Īfter robbing and killing an old woman, Alex is taken in by the police and sent to jail where he undergoes an experimental treatment that is meant to take away his violent impulses by forcing him to associate violence with getting ill. In 1971, the book was adapted into a well-known movie starring Malcolm McDowell and directed by Stanley Kubrick. The term "Ultraviolence" in particular was coined by Burgess for the book and refers to acts of excessive and often aesthetic violence. The slang is referred to as "Nasdat" in the book and is present throughout all of the stream-of-consciousness style narration. ![]()
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