Orwell’s Last Neighborhood


It’s hard to know what would be a good place from which to imagine a future of bad smells and no privacy, deceit and propaganda, poverty and torture. Does a writer need to live in misery and ugliness to conjure up a dystopia?
Apparently not.

The opening lines of a piece dedicated to the exploration of George Orwell's mind while envisioning the darkest of futures and grappling with mortality in Nineteen Eighty-Four. I was reluctant to include a long read like this in this week's newsletter given all the amazing television going on this Sunday (Tiger Woods with the chance to win The Masters, the start of Game of Thrones as well as Billions, Veep and Barry) BUT I included it because heck, you'll bookmark it anyway.


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