/lit/ - Literature

Fuck 1984

Besides 1984 and Animal Farm, what's his best?

Now that the dust has settled,,, Was he a great writer?

>>12222599

Post a photo of your favorite writer and people guess your mbti. Stupid, but fun.

Why are there no writers/essaylists like Orwell anymore? People who can just honestly look at the world and describe what they saw and how they felt, without trying to see everything through a political lens. His essays like "Thoughts on the common toad" and "the moon under water" feel almost like they could not be written today, because today everyone has a political viewpoint first and perceives everything through it. In in wigan pier where he advocates for socialism, he describes his experience going down a mine and through poor towns very naturally

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>In our society, those who have the best knowledge of what is happening are also those who are furthest from seeing the world as it is. In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion; the more intelligent, the less sane.
What did Orwell mean by this?

Why does it seem like most people abandon him as an influence once they reach college?

Is he the only writer that could basically be described as "genuinely socialist conservative"? I have never seen another writer say they want socialism while also praising the traditional aspects of their culture so heavily. In modern times he might even come across as nationalist given how often he extols the virtues of his British culture and how he likes it so much. That said, he also wasn't one of those "British First" people either, as he genuinely seemed to think poor people cooperating everywhere made the most sense.

‘I will tell you what Jews are like. Once, in the early months of the war, we were on the march, and we had halted at a village for the night. A horrible old Jew, with a red beard like Judas Iscariot, came sneaking up to my billet. I asked him what he wanted. “Your honour,” he said, “I have brought a girl for you, a beautiful young girl only seventeen. It will only be fifty francs.” “Thank you,” I said, “you can take her away again. I don't want to catch any diseases.” “Diseases!” cried the Jew, “mais, monsieur le capitaine, there's no fear of that. It's my own daughter!” That is the Jewish national character for you.

‘Have I ever told you, mon ami, that in the old Russian Army it was considered bad form to spit on a Jew? Yes, we thought a Russian officer's spittle was too precious to be wasted on Jews...’