I don't read many books in which, by the end, I am made to think. Nor do I read a lot of books where the main character is the reader, and as he is manipulated, so are you. On the same note, most of the books I read have entirely different plots to the one I'm writing (Orwell makes me jealous)! These were my exact thoughts when reading 1984.
I couldn't put it down. Last night, I had the intention of reading say 10, or 20 pages before I went to sleep put I just couldn't but it down. After 10 pages, I had entered the final section, the interrogation, the manipulation, and I had to read all the last 80 pages.
As much as I loved the characters, my pity for Winston on the last few pages was next to nil, but then, so was his own--Orwell is the master of such creation. The dialogue in the interrogation scene (lasting for a good 20,000 words) was incredible. So much was brought out, but then, I was thinking, how much of this was going to be in my novel? The truth is, I feel a little sad that such thoughts have already been collected into a masterpiece but at the same time, he did it so well.
This isn't a full review, but ye, it made me think. A lot. I went to sleep a little tired, but mostly depressed--the ending, the last few chapters, were depressing. But as Winston's mood changed so did we, and it felt like we had been cast from his mind. All his thoughts were about the propaganda around him, and he had, essentially, failed.
But wow! Go ahead and read it. Just, you know, don't expect a nice read. Sorry if I spoiled anything (I tried not to).
Conclusion: Possibly the greatest book ever written (in my humble opinion). A lot of tohughts were played out and it was all right. Hugely symbolic, and, you know, amazing end.
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