GEORGE ORWELL AS AN ESSAYIST
While his novels stand as a lasting and brilliant
contribution to 20th century literature, the essay was the form by which Orwell
honed his fictionally expressed ideas. As compiler George Packer states in the
introduction to the narrative essay volume, "Orwell's writing began with
essays, and his essays began with experience." He cites the example
of Burmese Days (1934),
Orwell's novel of colonial Burma; it was preceded by his essay "A
Hanging" (1931), an account of an execution in Burma which Orwell, at the
time a member of the Indian Imperial Police, was required to attend. His
experience in Burma was to contribute to his disillusionment and antipathy
toward imperialism, an attitude evident in both works. Thus, for those whose
introduction to Orwell has been through his novels, some of the essays may feel
a bit like nonfictional prequels, and are all the more fascinating for that.
His two volumes of essays are noteworthy. The two
volumes are divided broadly into narrative essays (Facing Unpleasant Facts, 2009) and critical essays (All Art Is Propaganda, 2009). It's quite an eclectic mix. Among the narrative
essays: Orwell deliberately getting arrested for public drunkenness (apparently
so he could write about it); memories of serving with anti-fascist forces in
the Spanish Civil War; a description of the ideal pub. Among the critical
essays: an in-depth analysis of boys' weekly magazines (it sounds boring, but
it's not); the question of whether socialists can be happy; the trials and
tribulations of being an impoverished book reviewer.
In the narrative essay volume, of particular
interest to enthusiasts of World War II history will be Orwell's "War-time
Diary" of his life in London, covering May to December 1940. Britain was
regularly under attack from German air raids, France was under Nazi occupation,
and America had not yet entered the war. As philosopher Nassim Nicholas Taleb
has noted about William L. Shirer's Berlin
Diary (1941), we can get a special insight into history by
reading accounts that were written not in hindsight, but as events were
unfolding.
Perhaps the most fascinating of the critical essays
are those describing Orwell's views of other artists, mainly his fellow
authors. He expresses a brutally honest combination of tremendous praise and
scathing criticism of Charles Dickens, Henry Miller, Rudyard Kipling, H.G.
Wells, and Jonathan Swift; a devastating critique of Leo Tolstoy's opinions on
Shakespeare; and a mixture of supreme artistic praise and absolute moral
condemnation of Salvador Dali. He assesses Edgar Allan Poe's state of mind as
"at best a wild romanticism and at worst not far from being insane in the
literal clinical sense." In his critique of T.S. Eliot, Orwell suggests
that Eliot's conversion to Anglicanism negatively affected his work, arguing
that the writings of the orthodoxly religious "usually show the same
cramped, blinkered outlook as books by orthodox Stalinists or others who are
mentally unfree." The man pulls no punches.
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