From: edwardbelsky@worldnet.att.net   
      
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   I recently came across this old book review of Nineteen Eighty-Four:   
      
      
   Buenos Aires, 1953   
   Eine Buchbesprechung von ,,Neunzehnhundertvierundachtzig''   
   durch Ricardo Klement   
      
   Herr Orwell shows us a possible future world, where everyone works for   
   the single good of the Party. He has predicted a Utopia, and has given   
   it the name Oceania. Big Brother is its handsome leader, and his face   
   is seen everywhere. There is an interesting device called the   
   telescreen, which allows the party to keep an eye on its citizens. But   
   not all is well in fair Oceania. There is one man who does not fit in;   
   his name is Winston Smith (or number 6079). His beginning is   
   promising, for he is blond and does his work in the Ministry of Truth   
   efficiently. This work is very important - correcting the mistakes of   
   the past. His weakness reveals itself near the beginning of the novel   
   when he decides to keep a secret diary. The astute reader will see   
   that this is a cry for help from a mental defective.   
      
   Another character is named Julia. The reader is sure to find her   
   unpleasant. Interested in nothing but sex, she serves as a foil to   
   Winston's beautiful wife Katharine, who is pure and performs her duty   
   to the party faithfully. Julia seduces poor Winston, and he soon   
   falls prey to her whims. She paints her face and controls Winston   
   totally. She speaks of love, but she knows nothing of true love: the   
   love that unites a nation through its leader.   
      
   The suspense holds the reader's attention during the entire story:   
   will Winston be saved? His stubborn refusal to cooperate causes   
   problems, but the Party does not give up. They have assigned O'Brien   
   to see to his re-education. O'Brien is a strong character who manages   
   to keep his sense of humour although his duties as a member of the   
   Inner Party are quite frustrating. A bigger problem than Winston is a   
   continuous worry - the evil character named Emmanuel Goldstein. This   
   enemy of the people probably is the main cause of the unpleasant   
   aspects of life in Oceania.   
      
   The most enjoyable sequence is in part three, where Winston is taken   
   into the care of the Ministry of Love. Natürlich, I had a professional   
   interest. There are some details here that I am familiar with, due to   
   a post I held several years ago. Poor O'Brien! I often have felt the   
   same sort of helplessness, when confronted with impenetrable   
   stupidity. But O'Brien proves his superiority in this passage:   
      
   " 'And you consider yourself morally superior to us, with our lies and   
   our cruelty?'   
   'Yes, I consider myself superior.'   
   O'Brien did not speak. Two other voices were speaking. After a moment   
   Winston recognised one of them as his own. It was a sound-track of the   
   conversation he had had with O'Brien, on the night when he had   
   enrolled himself in the Brotherhood. He heard himself promising to   
   lie, to steal, to forge, to murder, to encourage drug-taking and   
   prostitution, to disseminate venereal diseases, to throw vitriol in a   
   child's face. O'Brien made a small impatient gesture, as though to say   
   that the demonstration was hardly worth making. Then he turned a   
   switch and the voices stopped."   
      
   As I read this novel, I kept asking myself, how did he know, how did   
   Orwell know all this? The concept of doublethink so beautifully   
   expresses higher thinking. The slogans of the Party have a lyrical   
   beauty: 'War is Peace'. There is never so much peace as when we unite   
   against the enemy. And Freedom *is* Slavery, is it not? "Ignorance is   
   Strength" - if one faces every conflict in life with this stubborn   
   attitude, there is nothing one can not accomplish. I have little   
   patience with those who try to label this book a satire. It is no more   
   a satire than is Gulliver's Travels, or Animal Farm.   
      
   The year 1984 is far in the future. Orwell's prediction can still   
   happen. Ja, gentle reader, imagine a boot stamping on a human face -   
   for ever.   
      
   Süße Träume.   
      
   B.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   
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