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George Orwell: Writings
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DID you know that George Orwell was a biker? Do you know that his bike is supposed to be just where he left it, in a clump of bushes on the Scottish island of Jura? Would you like to go and track it down?
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The Guardian Unlimited's Robert McCrum writes about how George Orwell may have been a blogger were he doing his thing today, but he would probably be "appalled by the writing." Nuff said.
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"IN 1946, George Orwell wrote in the Standard about his ideal London pub, the Moon Under Water. From the wooden bar to the cast iron fireplace it is “uncompromising Victorian,” he said with approval. “It has no glass-topped tables or other modern miseries.
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This is an edited extracted from Thomas Pynchon's introduction to the new Plume (Penguin US) edition of George Orwell's 1984, published next week. It will be published in the UK by Penguin later this year.
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In George Orwell’s magnum opus, “1984,” Winston Smith, the initially exiguous, then rebellious, and finally cerebrally rinsed protagonist, imagines and re-imagines the manner of his death. He pictures himself, released from the dreadful torture chambers of the Ministry of Love, and walking down a sunlit corridor. There is no prickle of nape hairs to anticipate the fatal blow, as he is culled, painlessly, from behind by a high-velocity rifle bullet. It is the very essence of the hideous totalitarian regime of Oceania to encourage doublethink in its citizens, even as they’re being executed.
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Orwell died in London from tuberculosis, at the age of 46. [3] He was in and out of hospitals for the last three years of his life. Having requested burial in accordance with the Anglican rite, he was interred in All Saints' Churchyard, Sutton Courtenay, Oxfordshire with the simple epitaph: "Here lies Eric Arthur Blair, born June 25, 1903, died January 21, 1950"; no mention is made on the gravestone of his more famous pen-name. He had wanted to be buried in the graveyard of the closest church to wherever he happened to die, but the graveyards in central London had no space. Fearing that he might have to be cremated, against his wishes, his widow appealed to his friends to see if any of them knew of a church with space in its graveyard. Orwell's friend David Astor lived in Sutton Courtenay and negotiated with the vicar for Orwell to be buried there, although he had no connection with the village.
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