Somehow I picked it up and began rereading it. I had read it once, long ago, some 20 years past when I read everything by Orwell, or almost everything, and so I picked up believing that I would just skim it, refresh my memory, revisit the central themes and characters.
It wasn't as I remembered it. I remembered it, true, most of it, but the details, the nuances, raw brutality, the intimacies of violence were all forgotten.
Possibly I read it during high school, some dumbed-down bowlderized version, which would account for it.
It's a great book. Prescient, insightful, and bleak as all out.
He got it wrong in the details, of course, or some of the details. That the population would by and large be poor and live in squalor, subjegated by a lack of education, a failure to percieve options, wrong, they would be instead fattened like pigs on soda pop and fast food, they would be dumbed by the news and doublespeak, true, but there is no once telescreen channel with a monopoly rather there are thousands of channels, each with its own view, the dumbing down would come about as a result of the constant assault of conflicting or complimentary points of view. But we have undoubtedly been dumbed down, not from lack of choice (there are abundant choices), but from laziness on our own part, our readiness to accept the situation, any situation, without revolt so long as we are kept plump and lightly distracted....
The telescreens nowadays don't watch us, they don't have to. We have the internet, credit cards, banks, traffic and street cameras, we bare all willingly before the corporations, our validition a function of our credit rating and institutional approval. Some bare more intimate, personal details, but these are not (yet) what the corporations want, they are the perverse misunderstandings who have taken this absence of privacy to the next level.....
The news has become entertainment. AN inane parody without self recognition of all things that might somehow be important. 15 or 30 minute breaks amuse us and feed the smug feelings that we are well informed.
The tortures he describes, that are visited upon Winston, the insistence upon conformity, they are still happening, slowly in the works, there are none (here, in Canada) so dire as he describes (and how accurately he portrays it!), rather people are hung in the vacuum of shopping malls and lifestyles, a torture of the spirit as opposed to the flesh. Far less painful, but no less damaging.
It's a great book. Revisit it if you have the chance...