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GEORGE ORWELL: THE AUTHOR AND HIS TIMES

George Orwell: The author and his times
George Orwell was a quiet, decent Englishman who passionately hated two things:
inequality and political lying. Out of his hatred of inequality came a desire for a
society in which class privileges would not exist. This to him was democratic socialism.
His hatred of political lying and his support for socialism led him to denounce the
political lie that what was going on in the Soviet Union had anything to do with
socialism. As long as people equated the Soviet Union with socialism, he felt, no one
could appreciate what democratic socialism might be like.
And so, he says, he thought of exposing the Soviet myth in a story that could be easily
understood by almost anyone and which could be easily translated into other languages.
That story was Animal Farm, and it has been translated into many other languages.
Understanding Orwell's political convictions--and how they developed--will greatly enrich
your reading of Animal Farm.
He was born Eric Blair--he took the name George Orwell many years later--in 1903, in
India. His father was an important British civil servant in that country, which was then
part of the British Empire. He retired on a modest pension and moved back to England a
few years after Eric was born. Thus the family was part of the lower
upper-middle-classes, as Orwell was to say: people in the English upper classes who
weren't rich, but who felt they should live as the upper classes traditionally did.
That's why, when Eric was eight, the Blairs sent him away to boarding school to prepare
for Eton, an exclusive prep school. Eric had a scholarship, and yet his father still
ended up spending almost a quarter of his pension to send his son to that boarding
school! From his parents' point of view, the sacrifice paid off: Eric won a scholarship
to Eton. From the boy's point of view, it meant that in a ferociously snobbish,
class-conscious world, he twice had the humiliating experience of being the poorest boy
in the school. In a world where the prime necessities were money, titled relatives,
athleticism, tailor-made clothes... I was no good, he wrote years later, in a powerful
essay on his school experiences called Such, Such Were the Joys. In his first school, he
was repeatedly beaten with a cane for being no good in various ways. And he was made to
feel ashamed for living off the bounty of the headmaster-owner, that is, for having a
scholarship. From the age of eight to eighteen, the boy learned a lot about inequality
and oppression in British schools.
He graduated from Eton at eighteen, near the bottom of his class. There was no chance of
a scholarship to Oxford, so Eric followed in his father's footsteps and passed the
Empire's Civil Service Examination. As a member of the Imperial Police in British-ruled
Burma, he was to see inequality and oppression from another point of view--from the top.
The fact that he was a part of that top intensified the feelings of distance and anger
that he already had toward his own class. After five years in Burma he resigned.
When he came back to Europe in 1927, he lived for more than a year in Paris, writing
novels and short stories that nobody published. When his money ran out, he had to find
work as a teacher, a private tutor, and even as a dishwasher. He was poor--but of his own
choice. His family could have sent him the money to get back to England and find a better
job than dishwashing in a Paris hotel. Perhaps he was too proud to ask for help. But
there was another, deeper reason: he felt guilty for the job he had done in Burma--for
having been part of an oppressive government. He saw his years of poverty as
punishment--and as a way to understand the problems of the oppressed and helpless by
becoming one of them.
By 1933 he had come up from the bottom enough to write a book about it: Down and Out in
Paris and London. Probably to save his family embarrassment, Eric asked that the book be
published under a pen name. He suggested a few to his publisher. One of them was the name
of a river he loved: Orwell. The next year, George Orwell published Burmese Days, a sad,
angry novel about his experiences there. Two more novels followed.
In 1936 came another significant experience in Orwell's life. His publisher sent him to
the English coal-mining country to write about it. Here he again saw poverty close
up--not the picturesque poverty of Paris streets and English tramps, but the dreary
poverty of tough men killing themselves in the dark mines day after day, or--worse
still--hungry and out of work. He wrote a powerful piece of first-hand reporting about
what he saw there: The Road to Wigan Pier.
Afterwards, Orwell described himself as pro-Socialist, yet he was often bitterly critical
of British socialists. To refuse to join his own side, to insist instead on telling the
unpleasant truth as he saw it, was to become an Orwell trademark.
In 1937, however, Orwell did join a side he believed in, and it almost cost him his life:
he volunteered to fight for the Republic in the Spanish Civil War.
Fascism was rising in Europe: Mussolini had taken power in Italy, Hitler in Germany. In
Spain, where a shaky democratic Republic had recently been born, a socialist government
was elected, promising land reform, voting reform, and separation of Church and State. A
group of right-wing generals led by Francisco Franco revolted against the Republic with
their armies. The government was forced to arm factory workers to defend itself against
the armies--and a long, bloody civil war began.
Three experiences were crucial for Orwell in the Spanish Civil War. The first was what he
saw when he got there. In Barcelona, Orwell found an exhilarating atmosphere of
comradeship and respect, everyone addressing each other as comrade, treating each other
as equals. The same thing was true, he said, of the militia group he joined. Orwell
believed he was seeing the success of socialism in action.
The second thing that marked Orwell was what happened to his fellow fighters. They were
jailed and shot--not by Franco, but by their own comrades, Communist-dominated elements
of the same Republican government they were fighting for! The Communists disagreed with
some of the views of the militia group Orwell belonged to; they suspected the men of
being disloyal to Communist ideas. Luckily for Orwell, he was not rounded up with his
fellow soldiers. He had been shot through the throat on the front lines and was shipped
back to England for treatment.
The third experience that would stay with Orwell for the rest of his life was what
happened when he returned to England and reported what he had seen. None of the
socialists wanted to hear it; nobody believed it. He was an eyewitness? No matter. It was
not the right time to say something that might hurt the Republican side.
So Orwell had seen the socialist ideal in action, and he had seen it crushed--not by its
natural enemies on the Right, but by Communists on the Left. And he had seen the
infuriating incapacity of the Left, even the non-Communist Left, to accept that truth.
All of this was very much on his mind when, in the middle of World War II, he resigned
his job on the BBC (the Army wouldn't take him because of his bad lungs) and began
writing Animal Farm, in November 1943.
Once again it looked like the wrong time for a story to expose the Soviet myth. The
Soviet Union was Britain's ally in the war against Nazi Germany. And in fact four
publishers would turn down Animal Farm. But what was the Soviet myth? Why did
enlightened, humane people not want to believe ill of the Soviet Union? To see what
Animal Farm is about, we must look at what happened in Russia, and what it meant for
people who were in many ways Orwell's political friends.
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