I’ve read this book before (English Major), so this isn’t really a review. 1984 follows Winston Smith, an Ingsoc Party member on a journey of self-discovery and subsequent re-brainwashing and breaking.
Whenever I read this book I am absolutely struck on how there non-party members just go one. Life is different but mostly the same. They don’t live in the same fear the Party members do and they just make do with what they have.
It’s a sad novel, makes me want to cry even if Winston isn’t a good guy really.
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