I come across books to review in a variety of ways. Some cross my path, I find them in the hallway where Mumsie has dropped them after imbibing one too many. Some impact me deeply, like those that she has hurled at me in one of her moods. Some I trip over, usually on my way to bed where it has been left prominently placed by my parent in the hope I might read it. A few, however are recommended to me by Adoring Fans.
1984 was one such. I shall not name and shame the one who suggested it was suitable reading material, but it is enough to say I have struck their name from my list of those who I shall be sending signed copies of my next book.
My Review of 1984 by George Orwell
A rather boring office worker has a love affair disapproved of by the authorities. The lovers think they are keeping it secret but it turns out they are not. They are punished for having the love affair by being put in prison and having to endure endless boring lectures. Then they are released. The end.
This book seemed determined to play on the popularity of a couple of television series I have had the misfortune to watch ‘Big Brother’ and ‘Room 101’. I am surprised the author could get away with such blatant plagiarism. The title puzzled me too. Why 1984? Why not 2013? That would have sounded much more sinister.
I failed to find much in this book to merit further comment.
One star for effort.
Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV
You can find more of IVy’s profound thoughts in How To Start Writing A Book courtesy of E.M. Swift-Hook and Jane Jago.
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1984 is a bit of an in-thing. If you start at 1914 (the “beginning of the end of days” with the outbreak of WWI) and count down the standard generation (then 70 years) you come to 1984. I think that’s what’s behind the title of this truly magnificent example of scifi. Very biblical. It gave me the shivers, and my parents should have stopped me reading it – although they never knew what I read. They just brushed it off with “she’s reading again.” More power to the Metheringham elbow. Sincerely yours.
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Hi Moonbeam. Here’s a clue phone ringing for you: 1984 was written in 1948. Orwell just transposed the digits. No Room 101 or Big Brother. No nationwide broadcast TV in the US or UK.
Now, will you answer the clue phone?
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Hi Moonbeam! The clue phone is ringing for you. 1984 was written in 1948. Orwell just transposed the digits. No Room 101, no Big Brother, no nationwide broadcast TV in the US or UK.
Now, will you answer the clue phone?
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