Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Deeper Questions, Part 1: Why Did I Read "1984", Anyway?


            This summer, I chose to read George Orwell's 1984. I did this for various reasons, including past positive experiences with Orwell's writings and the presumably worthwhile nature of its contents, but mostly because I could no longer reconcile its likely high quality and reasonable length with my not having read it yet. I certainly knew about it before I saw it as a choice on the summer reading list, since it has become a cultural icon and the source for a variety of figures of speech; it is nearly impossible to read anything about government surveillance or invasion of privacy without seeing the term “Big Brother” thrown about, usually with a stiff measure of doom and foreboding. In reading 1984, I sought to expand my understanding of human nature while reading something of substance, something that would make me think for a while after I finished. In all, I believe that I was successful in my mission.
            Orwell very effectively sets up a nervous, claustrophobic setting. His characters seem to always be on edge, in constant fear of the autocratic government "vaporizing" them, never to be seen again. Winston Smith, the main character, can never be sure of who or what to trust; he know that the information fed to him by the government is exclusively manufactured lies, in part because he works in the government division responsible for rewriting history for political ends. A main theme of 1984 is the nature of trust and the absence of trust. At the start of the novel, Winston believes that a woman working in the government fiction department is an agent trying to do him in, while he suspects that one of the senior officials in his own department is secretly a member of the resistance. Ironically, the situation is revealed to be the opposite of what Winston believes; the woman, named Julia, ultimately becomes Winston’s lover and fellow conspirer, while O’Brien, the senior official, ultimately betrays Winston. When he finally acquires a copy of the near-legendary Book, rumored to be authored by an elusive network of insurgents, Winston engrosses himself with its far more honest and rebellious contents. The mood of the story shifts as he reads, becoming more hopeful and brighter, hinting that the seemingly invincible government can in fact be overthrown.
            However, in the theme of deception and uncertainty, the Thought Police find and arrest Winston. It is revealed that their agents had been tracking him for the previous few months, and that The Book was in truth authored by the establishment as a way to deceive potential rebels. There is no organized rebellion; all of Winston’s rebel contacts were government agents tasked with bringing in those with goals counter to the interests of the state. Winston is hauled off to the depths of the government torture facility for re-education, marking the beginning of the dark decline of an already dark plot. I found this portion of the story particularly effective, as I had been considering the implications of The Book being a government anti-rebellion tool, and had come to the conclusion that it was a legitimate underground work just before I reached this turning point.
            After I finished 1984, I spent some time thinking about what Orwell’s message was. I believe that it is a sign of good literature if my interpretation of the book’s meaning is different from the majority, as it shows that I have understood the book on a deeper level than most other pieces of literature. My summer reading was a positive, enlightening experience, a unique experience in an age where traditional literature has fallen by the wayside.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Joe Schornak's Top 5-ish Books of All Time

In no particular order, as I don't really have a specific "favorite" book:

1. Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
I really liked this book when I was 15, and I suppose that I still do. Eric Showers told me that the main character is Hitleresque, which makes a certain amount of sense in retrospect. The characters are interesting, as is the underlying theme of the corruption of youth and innocence.

2. Redwall by Brian Jacques
My childhood was consumed by this series. Small woodland creatures fight vermin and go on wild adventures to distant lands. Structured similarly to Lord of the Rings, with mice instead of hobbits and rats in place of orcs. Quite decent, for a young-adult book.

3. I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole
I'm a sucker for Star Wars. There are some very good books in the Expanded Universe, and some very bad books; this is one of the better ones. It's a first-person account of the adventures of Corran Horn, police officer/pilot/Jedi, second only to the great Han Solo as the baddest dude in the galaxy, as he infiltrates a murderous band of space pirates and eventually blows stuff up.

3a. The X-Wing series, by Michael A Stackpole and Aaron Allston
Hey, it's that name again! Contains spaceships, explosions, more spaceships, inaccurate physics, a wolf-man, a pig-man, and a horse-man. Despite the silliness, this whole series is quite good, since it avoids the Expanded Universe trap of sending Luke, Han, and Lando off on another misadventure, instead creating a new set of intriguing (and often oddly entertaining) characters.

4. D-Day by Stephen E. Ambrose
Non-fiction account of the biggest invasion in history. Vividly describes a wide range of settings and figures, from the infantry storming the beaches to the panzers struggling to mount a counteroffensive. Ambrose is excellent at relating history in a compelling, interesting manner.


5. Battlefield Earth by L. Ron Hubbard
Space Opera written by the founder of Scientology. The Space Mutiny of the literary world, for all you MST3K fans. Overly long, with many questionable decisions on the parts of both the main characters and the author. It's on this list because I couldn't stop laughing at the densely-placed stereotypical cliches. Contains quite a dose of anti-Freudian undertones, and of proto-Scientology. Don't read this book unless you're the sort of person who watches SyFy Channel original movies.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

1984 as An Example of Effective Storytelling

Of the various books I read over the summer, George Orwell's 1984, in my estimation, was the most interesting and thought-provoking. Its success as a work of literature is due to Orwell's ability to create an intricate and fantastic, yet highly believable setting, and to construct and place a meaningful narrative and set of characters within.
One of the most personally significant parts of the story, and an example of effective storytelling, occurs when the main character, Winston Smith, is attending a ultra-nationalistic rally during Oceania's Hate Week. An excerpt follows:

"On the sixth day of Hate Week, after the processions, the speeches, the shouting, the singing, the banners, the posters, the films, the waxworks, the rolling of drums and squealing of trumpets, the tramp of marching feet, the grinding of the caterpillars of tanks, the roar of massed planes, the booming of guns -- after six days of this, when the great orgasm was quivering to its climax and the general hatred of Eurasia had boiled up into such delirium that if the crowd could have got their hands on the 2,000 Eurasian war-criminals who were to be publicly hanged on the last day of the proceedings, they would unquestionably have torn them to pieces -- at just this moment it had been announced that Oceania was not after all at war with Eurasia. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Eurasia was an ally.

There was, of course, no admission that any change had taken place. Merely it became known, with extreme suddenness and everywhere at once, that Eastasia and not Eurasia was the enemy. Winston was taking part in a demonstration in one of the central London squares at the moment when it happened. It was night, and the white faces and the scarlet banners were luridly floodlit. The square was packed with several thousand people, including a block of about a thousand schoolchildren in the uniform of the Spies. On a scarlet-draped platform an orator of the Inner Party, a small lean man with disproportionately long arms and a large bald skull over which a few lank locks straggled, was haranguing the crowd. A little Rumpelstiltskin figure, contorted with hatred, he gripped the neck of the microphone with one hand while the other, enormous at the end of a bony arm, clawed the air menacingly above his head. His voice, made metallic by the amplifiers, boomed forth an endless catalogue of atrocities, massacres, deportations, lootings, rapings, torture of prisoners, bombing of civilians, lying propaganda, unjust aggressions, broken treaties. It was almost impossible to listen to him without being first convinced and then maddened. ...The speech had been proceeding for perhaps twenty minutes when a messenger hurried on to the platform and a scrap of paper was slipped into the speaker's hand. He unrolled and read it without pausing in his speech. Nothing altered in his voice or manner, or in the content of what he was saying, but suddenly the names were different. Without words said, a wave of understanding rippled through the crowd. Oceania was at war with Eastasia! ... The Hate continued exactly as before, except that the target had been changed. "



Orwell's vivid description of the rally, drawing from the imagery of historical European fascism, paints the scene of a vast population of automatons, rendered mindless by constant indoctrination, cheering on a regime that they do not fully understand. Throughout 1984, Orwell describes a similar picture, through a variety of settings and methods. His greatest skill is weaving these threads of detail into a coherent, pointed storyline, with so many varying interpretations and symbols that I'm still mentally sifting through it.


Interestingly, 1984 didn't disturb me in the same way that it seems to disturb others. Many readers take away a message about the invasion of privacy by institutes of authority, as evidenced by the use of "Big Brother" to refer to any governmental surveillance policy. This doesn't really faze me; perhaps as a member of a younger generation, I am already used to the widespread distribution of my personal information. Rather, I am disturbed by 1984's systematic corruption of information, history, and free will, likely a symptom of my experience with the free information of the internet. I find government manipulation of history and science for political purposes terrifying, far more so than constant government supervision.


What are your thoughts on this matter?