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Why I Write de George Orwell

Why I Write: Penguin Great Ideas

Autor George Orwell
en Limba Engleză Paperback – sep 2004
Anyone who wants to understand the twentieth century will still have to read Orwell'
Timothy Garton Ash, New York Review of Books

Whether puncturing the lies of politicians, wittily dissecting the English character or telling unpalatable truths about war, Orwell's timeless, uncompromising essays are more relevant, entertaining and essential than ever in today's era of spin.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780141019000
ISBN-10: 014101900X
Pagini: 128
Dimensiuni: 111 x 181 x 7 mm
Greutate: 0.08 kg
Ediția:Revised ed.
Editura: Penguin Books
Colecția Penguin
Seria Penguin Great Ideas

Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom

Notă biografică

Descriere

Whether puncturing the lies of politicians, wittily dissecting the English character or telling unpalatable truths about war, this title features essays that are suitable in today's era of spin.

Cuprins

Why I Write Why I Write
The Lion and the Unicorn

A Hanging

Politics and the English Language

Extras

Why I Write From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.
I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays. I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life. Nevertheless the volume of serious - i.e. seriously intended - writing which I produced all through my childhood and boyhood would not amount to half a dozen pages. I wrote my first poem at the age of four or five, my mother taking it down to dictation.