Much has been written about this classic, 1984 by George Orwell and in all its sanity, justifiably so. I am glad to have it read and honestly it was easy as the book seemed to pace itself and pages turned swiftly and effortlessly. I hope no one misses this book in their lifetime. I was struck with its finesse, right from the beginning, where in opening pages, Winston Smith, the protagonist, contemplates about and pen and yet to be written creamy paper. He goes on to think:
The pen was an archaic instrument, seldom used even for signatures and he had procured one, furtively and with some difficulty, simply because of a feeling that the beautiful creamy paper deserved to be written on with a real nib instead of being scratched with an ink pencil.And what follows in the remaining pages is nothing but similar genius quality. Don't miss it.
To mark the paper was a decisive act.
All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years.
But he realized, even in his panic he had not wanted to smudge the creamy paper by shutting the book while the ink was wet.
