A Collection of Essays (Harvest Book)
George Orwell's collected nonfiction, written in the clear-eyed and uncompromising style that earned him a critical following One of the most thought-provoking and vivid essayists of the twentieth century, George Orwell fought the injustices of his time with singular vigor through pen and... show more
George Orwell's collected nonfiction, written in the clear-eyed and uncompromising style that earned him a critical following One of the most thought-provoking and vivid essayists of the twentieth century, George Orwell fought the injustices of his time with singular vigor through pen and paper. In this selection of essays, he ranges from reflections on his boyhood schooling and the profession of writing to his views on the Spanish Civil War and British imperialism. The pieces collected here include the relatively unfamiliar and the more celebrated, making it an ideal compilation for both new and dedicated readers of Orwell's work.
Publish date: October 21st 1970
Publisher: Mariner Books
Pages no: 316
Edition language: English
, Non Fiction
, Short Stories
I never imagined that his essays are better than his novels. But they are. It.s refreshing to see someone who.s not making a god out of Kipling because he has a Nobel.
Such, Such were the Joys...This essay is about Orwell's school years and also somewhat of a criticism of the educational system of the time. A section that I found particularly amusing was on how the English treated the Scottish Highlanders: "The pretended belief in Scottish superiority (At Orwell's...
Such,Such Were the Joys...: I can't say that I liked this essay. It was hard to "witness" the brutality with which schooling was handled at the beginning of the last century. Harder still to experience it from such an intimate point of view. These were his caneings, his starvation, his humiliations,...
Having discussions lately about the topic that keeps academics in business, I guess: what is literature as opposed to other forms of fiction, I'd like to give access to this Orwell essay as a meaningful point of departure. I feel like I keep talking and arguing without any lines/definitions/meanings...