In case you missed it, on Monday thebookboozer wrote a rant about George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four. Yesterday I expressed my opinion on the specific points she raised for not liking the novel (to which she graciously responded). Today I’d like to advance my theory as to why she did not enjoy the novel and propose how one should approach this novel, and really any classic novel, to get the most out of it.
I feel I have to state upfront that I wasn’t an English Lit-major. I just read a lot and love looking things up if I don’t know them. I love reading the classics – in eighth grade already I was reading Jules Verne and Arthur Conan Doyle – but I’m not by any means a literary snob – in eighth grade I also read just about every Nancy Drew novel in existence at the time. So what follows is absolutely my opinion and may be completely wrong, so please don’t quote me in your senior thesis or anything like that. Continue reading “Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell revisited – Part II”