Jorj Orvelning ohanrabosi || Magnet of George Orwell
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Jorj Orvellning "1984" asari dunyoning biron bir joyida kitobda tasvirlangan voqealar haqiqatda sodir bo'layotganini anglaganingizda sizni elektr toki kabi uradi, shu jihati bilan kitob deyarli bashorat qilganday…
Uinston dunyodagi doimo bir-biri bilan urush holatida bo’lgan uchta yagona davlatlardan biri, Okeaniyada yashaydi, bu bilan go’yo muallif zamonamizdagi uchta qudratli davlatlarga— super kuchlarga shama qilganga o’xshaydi. Bu xayoliy mamlakatda hamma narsa qattiq nazorat ostida, hamma “teleekran” deb nomlangan asbob yordamida kuzatiladi va eshitiladi. "Asbobni xiralashtirish mumkin edi, lekin uni butunlay o'chirishning iloji yo'q edi." Bu dahshatli narsa, shuningdek, yangiliklar, teleko'rsatuvlar, filmlar va mamlakatdagi yagona partiya nimani ko'rsatishni tanlagan bo'lsa o’sha narsa bilan miyalarni faol ravishda yuvadi. Ular sizni nafaqat kuzatishadi va eshitishadi, balki fikrlaringizni ham faol ravishda nazorat qilishga harakat qilishadi, FIKR POLİTSIYASI doimo sizni ovlash payida. Hamma joyda KATTA OG’Aning suratlari bor, afishalarda, gazetalarda, tangalarda, liftlarda... “Bu shunday ishlangan rasmlardan biri ediki, siz harakatlanayotganingizda go’yoki ko'zlar sizni kuzatib boradi. KATTA OG’A SIZNI KUZATMOQDA, deb ularng ostida yozib qo’yilgan. Uinston Haqiqat vazirligi Newspeakda (Newspeak Okeaniyaning rasmiy tili edi) -Minitrue, ishlaydi, u partiyaning ehtiyojlariga qarab faktlarni soxtalashtirish bilan shug'ullanadi. Shuningdek, mamalakatda urush bilan shug’ullanuvchi Tinchlik vazirligi, qiynoqlar asosiy ishi bo’lgan Muhabbat vazirligi va aholini ochlikda saqlab turuvchi Mo'l-ko'lchilik vazirligi bor edi. Partiyaning uch shiori ham bema'nilikda vazirliklardan qolishadigan emas:
Uinston uning yonidagi kabinetda sochi qum rangli ayol kun bo'yi mashaqqat chekib qiladigan ishi bu shunchaki yo’q qilingan va shuning uchun hech qachon mavjud bo'lmagan deb hisoblangan odamlarning ismlarini kuzatib, matbuotdan o'chirib tashlash ekanini bilar edi. Va qayerdadir, mutlaqo anonim, butun sa'y-harakatlarni muvofiqlashtiruvchi va o'tmishning bu parchasini saqlab qolishni, birini soxtalashtirishni, ikkinchisini esa yo'q qilishni talab qiladigan siyosat yo'nalishlarini belgilab beradigan boshqaruvchi miyalar bor edi. "Bizning yangi, baxtli hayotimiz" iborasi teleekranlarda qayta -qayta takrorlanardi. Bu Mo'l-ko'lchilik vazirligi uchun oxirgi paytlarda sevimli ibora bo'lib qolgandi... Nima bo'lganda ham, yuzingizda noo'rin ifoda bo’lishining (masalan, g'alaba e'lon qilinganida ishonqiramaganday bo'lib ko'rinish) o'zi jazolanadigan jinoyat edi. Hatto Newspeak-da buning uchun bir so'z bor edi: YUZ JINOYATI.
“Agar umid bor bo'lsa, - deb yozadi bir kuni Uinston o'z kundaligiga, - u fuqarolarda. Chunki faqat o'sha e'tibordan qolgan omma, Okeaniya aholisining 85 foizini tashkil etuvchi olomonda partiyani yo'q qilish uchun mavjud kuch uyg’onishi mumkin edi. Partiyani ichkaridan ag'darib bo'lmasdi. Uning dushmanlari, agar uning dushmanlari bor bo'lsa, birlashishga va hatto bir-birini aniqlashga imkonlari yo'q edi. Afsonaviy Birodarlik muxolifati mavjud bo'lgan taqdirda ham, unga a'zolar ikki-uch kishidan ko'ra ko'proq bo’lishini tasavvur qilish qiyin edi. Ammo fuqarolar, agar ular qandaydir tarzda o'z kuchlarini anglab yetishganidami, til biriktirishga hojat qolmasdi. Ular faqat o'rnidan turib, chivinlarni tarqatib yuborgan ot kabi silkinishlari kerak edi. Agar ular tanlasalar, ertaga ertalab partiyani parchalab tashlashlari mumkin edi. Albatta, ertami-kechmi buni qilish ularning xayoliga kelishi kerakmi? Va lekin --! U bir paytlar gavjum ko'chada ketayotganini esladi, bir muncha vaqt oldinda yon ko'chadan yuzlab ovozdan, ayollar ovozidan iborat dahshatli hayqiriq eshitildi. Bu g'azab va umidsizlikning dahshatli qichqirig'i edi, chuqur, baland ovozda oh-vohlar, qo’ng’iroq jarangi kabi. Uning yuragi dukkillab ketdi. Boshlandi! deb o'yladi u. G'alayon! Nihoyat fuqarolar bo'shalishdi! U yerga yetib kelganida, ko‘cha bozoridagi do‘konlar atrofida to‘plangan ikki-uch yuz nafar ayolning yuzlari xuddi halokatga uchrab cho‘kayotgan kemaning yo‘lovchilaridek fojiali bo‘lib o‘tirganini ko‘rdi. Ma’lum bo’lishicha, do'konlardan birida tunuka kostryulkalar sotilayotgan ekan. Ular abgor, bema'ni narsalar edi, lekin kostryulkalar juda ozligidan shu toplarda ularni topish qiyin edi. Endi kutilmaganda ta'minot tugab qolgandi. Uinston ayollarning kostryulkalar ustida janjallashayotganini jirkanib kuzatdi. Va shunga qaramay, bir lahzaga, bor-yo'g'i bir necha yuz bo'g'ozdan qanday qo'rqinchli kuch yangradi a! Nega ular hech qachon biron bir muhim narsa haqida shunday qichqira olmaydilar? U keyin shunday deb yozdi: "Ular ongli bo'lmaguncha, hech qachon isyon qilmaydilar va isyon ko'tarmaguncha, ular ongli bo'lolmaydilar". ... Fuqarolar tug’ilardilar, ular haminqadar bo’lib o'sib-ulg’ayardilar, o'n ikki yoshlardan ishlay boshlashardi, ular go'zallik va shahvoniy ishtiyoqning qisqa gullash davrini boshdan kechirishardi, yigirmalarda turmush qurishardi, o’ttizlarda o’rta yosh bo’lib olishardi, asosan, oltmishlar atrofida o’lib ketishardi. Og‘ir jismoniy mehnat, uy va bola-chaqa parvarishi, qo‘shnilar bilan mayda-chuyda janjal, kino, futbol, pivo, eng avvalo, qimor o‘yinlari ularning ko‘nglini to‘ldirardi. Ularni nazorat qilish qiyin emas edi. Fikr politsiyasining bir nechta agentlari doimo ular orasida harakat qilib, yolg'on mish-mishlarni tarqatib, xavfli bo'lib qolishga qodir deb topilgan bir nechta odamlarni belgilab, yo'q qilishardi; lekin ularni partiya mafkurasi bilan sug’orishga harakat qilinmasdi. Fuqarolarning kuchli siyosiy his-tuyg'ularga ega bo'lishi istalmagan ish edi. Ulardan talab qilinadigan narsa bu ibtidoiy vatanparvarlik edi, bunday ko’r-ko’rona vatanparvarlikni har qanday vaqtda uzoqroq ish soatlari va yoki qisqaroq ulush berish yo’lida yo’naltirish mumkin edi.
Uinstonning hayoti va uning hayotiy sharoitlari va butun mamlakatdagi bema'ni muhit haqida yozganidan so'ng, yozuvchi Jorj Oruell romanning bosh qahramonini o'sha kundalikni sotib olgan orqa ko’cha do'koniga olib keladi, bu safar asar qahramoni u qadar shoshilmaydi. Do'kon egasi, janob Charrington ismli kishi bilan garchi noma'lum odamga ishonish xavfli bo’lishiga qaramasdan yoqimli suhbat quradi. Qaytib ketayotib, to'satdan u partiya devoni bo'limida ishlovchi qizni ko'rib qoladi, qizning Uinstonni kizatib kelayotganiga shubha yo'q edi. U haqiqatan ham Fikr politsiyasining agentimi yoki oddiygina havaskor josus bo'lganmi, buning ahamiyati yo'q ... Ertasi kuni ular yana ish joyida uchrashishdi, bu safar “qiz qoqilib, yiqilib tushdi va uni ko'tarishga yordam berayotganda qiz uning qo'liga nimadir tutib ketdi. U buni qasddan qilganiga shubha yo'q edi. Qog'ozda yozilgan narsa tahdid, chaqiruv, o'z joniga qasd qilish buyrug'i, qandaydir kodlangan buyruq bo'lishi mumkin. Ammo u buni bostirishga behuda uringan bo'lsa-da, uning miyasida bo’y ko’rsatayotgan yana bir dahshatli imkoniyat bor edi. Bu xabar umuman fikr politsiyasidan emas, balki qandaydir yashirin tashkilotdan kelganligi edi. Ehtimol, Birodarlik haqiqatan mavjuddir! U ko‘zoynagini burniga qayta sozladi, xo‘rsindi va ustiga qog‘oz parchalari qo‘yilgan navbatdagi ishni o‘ziga qaratib tortdi. Qog’ozni sekin tekisladi. Unda katta shaklsiz qo'lyozma bilan yozilgan edi: MEN SENI SEVAMAN ❤️. Ma’lum bo’lishicha u qiz uni sevib qolgan ahmoqqina partiya qizi bo'lib chiqdi. Juftlik janob Charingtonning do'koni tepasidagi xonaga ko'chib o'tishga qaror qilishdan va u erda munosabatlarni davom ettirishdan oldin yashirin joylarda bir necha bor qovushadilar. Uinstonning sobiq rafiqasi buni "bizning partiya oldidagi burchimiz" deb ataganini hisobga olsak, bu safargi sevgi juda yaxshi edi. Ular nafaqat sevishgan oshiq -mashuq, balki hamfikr bo’lib chiqishgan edi va aslida ikkalasi ham partiyadan yashirincha nafratlanishardi. Ular hatto partiyaga qarshi fitnaga qo'shilishni orzu qilishardi ...
Ular nihoyat bunga erishishdi! Janob O'Brayan ularni o'z kabinetiga chaqirdi, u go'yo Uinstonga teleekran ostida "Newspeak" lug'atini olib bermoqchi odam bo’ldi, lekin Uinston bu fitnaning bir qismi ekanligiga ishonchi komil edi, "Ikki daqiqalik nafrat" (asososiy vazifasi qalblarga dushmanga nisbatan nafrat urug’larini sochish bo’lgan, partiya a’zolari uchun ko’rish majburiy bo’lgan kundalik namoyishlar) paytida ular nigoh almashgan paytdan boshlab ishonch hosil qilgan edi, O'Brayenning ko'zlari o'shanda unga: men sen bilanman, men seni his qilyapman, degan edi go’yo. O'Brayen ularga tez orada qaytarib berilishi kerak bo'lgan kitobni o'qish uchun beradi, lekin Uinston uni bir muncha vaqt o'qishni boshlay olmaydi, chunki u ishlagan butun bo'lim to'liq miqyosda ishga ko’milgan, koridor bo'ylab matraslar qo'yib tashlangan va zo'rg'a har kim 4-5 soatdan uxlay olardi: to'satdan Okeaniya ittifoqdoshi bo’lib turgan Sharqiy Osiyo bilan urush e'lon qildi, “Keyingi lahzada dahshatli g'alayon bo'ldi. Maydonni bezatgan bannerlar va plakatlar noto'g'ri edi! Ularning deyarli yarmida yanglish yuzlar ifodalangan edi”. “Okeaniya Sharqiy Osiyo bilan urushda edi: Okeaniya doimo Sharqiy Osiyo bilan urushib kelgan. Besh yillik siyosiy adabiyotning katta qismi endi butunlay eskirgan edi. Barcha turdagi hisobotlar va yozuvlar, gazetalar, kitoblar, risolalar, filmlar, saundtreklar, fotosuratlar - barchasi yashin tezligida tuzatilishi kerak edi”. Nihoyat, vaqt topib, u kitobni ochadi. Yonida yotgan Yuliya uchun uni ovoz chiqarib o'qiydi. O'sha kitobdagi ba’zi g'oyalar kitobxonga juda qiziq tuyulishi mumkin. Mana ba'zi misollar: "Urush, ko'rinishidan zaruriy vayronagarchilikni amalga oshiradi, lekin uni psixologik jihatdan maqbul tarzda bajaradi. Umuman olganda, dunyoning ortiqcha ishchi kuchini ibodatxonalar va piramidalar qurish, chuqurlarni qazish va ularni qayta to'ldirish yoki hatto juda ko'p miqdorda mahsulot ishlab chiqarish va keyin ularga o't qo'yish orqali behuda sarflash juda oddiy bo'lar edi. Ammo bu iyerarxik jamiyat uchun hissiy asos emas, balki faqat iqtisodiy asos bo'lardi. Bu erda gap ishda barqaror bo'lsa, qadri ahamiyatsiz bo'lgan ommaning mohiyati emas, balki partiyaning ruhiyatidir. Hatto eng kamtar partiya a'zosi ham tor doirada malakali, mehnatsevar va hatto aqlli bo'lishi kutiladi, lekin u qo'rquv, nafrat, maqtov va yorliqlarga o’ch bo'lgan ishonchsiz va johil mutaassib bo'lishi kerak. Boshqacha aytganda, u urush holatiga mos keladigan mentalitetga ega bo'lishi kerak. Urush haqiqatda sodir bo'ladimi, muhim emas va hal qiluvchi g'alabaga erishish mumkin emasligi sababli, urush yaxshi yoki yomon davom etishi ham ahamiyatsiz. Faqat urush holati mavjud bo'lishi kerak, xolos.”… "Urush har bir hukmron guruh tomonidan aslida o'z fuqarolariga qarshi olib boriladi va urushning maqsadi biror hududni bosib olish yoki yoki o’z hududining ishg’ol etilishi oldini olish emas, balki jamiyat tuzilishini saqlab qolishdir." "Haqiqatan ham doimiy tinchlik holati doimiy urush bilan bir xil. Garchi partiya a'zolarining aksariyati buni faqat sayoz ma'noda tushunsalar ham, bu partiya shiorining ichki ma'nosidir: Urush bu - Tinchlikdir." Jorj Oruell bu erda bizga to'g'ridan-to'g'ri aytmasdan turib xabar bermoqdaki, urush bu ierarxiya va oligarxiya uchun tinchlikdir ...
Uinston va Juliya xonadagi rasm ortiga, Uinston qayta-qayta nazar solib to’ymaydigan, hozirda davlat binosiga aylantirilgan Londondagi cherkovlardan biri aks ettirilgan surat orqasiga yashirincha o’rnatilgan “teleekran”dan kelgan temir ovozni eshitgach, romanning ravishi keskin o'zgaradi. Uy qurshab olinadi, janob Charrington tez orada paydo bo'lib, u endi kokney aksentida gapiradigan qariya emas, endilikda ko'zoynagini taqmagan, gavdasi ham ancha rostlanganga o'xshardi... u Fikr politsiyasining a'zosi edi !
Kitobning oxirgi bobida qiynoqlarning butun jarayonlari, aniqrog'i qiynoqlar san'ati tushuntirilgan. Ular hamma narsani, hatto hech qachon qilmaganlarini ham tan olishadi. Aynan O'Brayen hamma narsaning boshida edi: “Partiyani ochiq-oydin harakat qiziqtirmaydi: bizni faqat fikr o'ylantiradi. Biz dushmanlarimizni shunchaki yo'q qilmaymiz, balki ularni o'zgartiramiz, - deydi u Uinstonga. Negadir xayolimga kitobdagi nimadir Sovet Ittifoqini menga eslatganday tuyilavergan ayni damda, kutilmaganda O'Brian Uinstonga shunda so’zlarni aytadi: "Nemis fashistlari va rus kommunistlari o'z usullari bilan bizga juda yaqin kelganlar". O'BRIEN Uinstonni shu darajaga olib keladiki, u o'zini ikki karra ikki beshga teng deb o'ylashga majbur qila boshlaydi. Xavfli fikr paydo bo'lganda, ongda ko'rmas nuqta paydo bo'lishi kerak. Jarayon avtomatik, instinktiv bo'lishi kerak. TO’XTAJINOYAT, ular buni Newspeak-da shunday atashardi. U TO’XTAJINOYATni mashq qilishga kirishib ketdi. U o'z oldiga takliflar bilan chiqdi - "Partiya yer dumaloq emas" deyishini tasavvur qildi va bunga zid bo'lgan dalillarni ko'rmaslik yoki tushunmaslikka ongini o'rgatdi. Bu oson emas edi. Bu fikrlash va buyuk improvizatsiyani talab qilar edi. Masalan, "ikki karra ikki beshga teng" kabi bayonot bilan ko'tarilgan arifmetik muammolar uning aqliy qobiliyatidan tashqarida edi. Bu, shuningdek, aqlning bir turini, bir vaqtning o'zida mantiqdan eng nozik foydalanish qobiliyatini va keyingi paytlarda eng qo'pol mantiqiy xatolardan bexabar bo'lishni talab qilardi. Ahmoqlik xuddi aqllilik kabi zarur, ammo bunga erishish qiyin edi. Uinston jirkanchligi bilan mashhur 101-xonaga yuborilganida umrida birinchi marta agar sir saqlamoqchi bo'lsa, uni o'zidan ham yashirishi kerakligini tushundi. Chunki u tasodifan tushida "Juliya" deb baqirib yuborgandi. Kitobni o'qish orqali 101-sonli xonaning ichida nima borligini bilish yaxshiroqdir, lekin Uinston u xonadan ozod etilganidan keyin Katta Og’ani chin ko’ngildan yaxshi ko'rardi, u endi partiyani jonidan ortiq bilardi !
“1984” of George Orwell hits you like electric current when you realize somewhere in the world the events described in the book happening in real, that way it’s almost prophetic…
The novel is divided into 3 parts and starts with main hero Winston’s excitement of the decision to keep the diary for the future generation, despite he was committing a THOUGHTCRIME.
Winston lives in Oceania, one of the only three counties in the world, resembling three super powers of modern day, constantly being in the state of war with each other. In this imaginary country everything is under tight control, everyone watched and heard with the help of the instrument called “the telescreen”. “The instrument could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely.” That horrible thing also actively washes the brains broadcasting news, tv shows, films and whatever the only party in the country chooses to show. They not only watched and heard you, they tried to actively control your thoughts as well, THOUGHT POLICE was always there to hunt you down. Everywhere there was BIG BROTHER’s pictures, on the posters, newspapers, on coins, in the elevators… “It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.” Winston worked in the Ministry of Truth—Minitrue, in Newspeak [Newspeak was the official language of Oceania] who was engaged with falsification of facts depending on party’s needs. There were Ministry of Peace which concerns itself with war, the Ministry of Love with torture and the Ministry of Plenty with starvation as well. The three slogans of the Party are not less absurd:
Winston knew that in the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. The phrase ‘our new, happy life’ recurred several times on telescreens, though. It had been a favourite of late with the Ministry of Plenty… In any case, to wear an improper expression on your face (to look incredulous when a victory was announced, for example) was itself a punishable offence. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: FACECRIME, it was called.
“If there is hope,’ wrote Winston one day on his diary, ‘it lies in the proles.’
Because only there in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another. Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than twos and threes. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it? And yet——! He remembered how once he had been walking down a crowded street when a tremendous shout of hundreds of voices women’s voices—had burst from a side-street a little way ahead. It was a great formidable cry of anger and despair, a deep, loud ‘Oh-o-o-o-oh!’ that went humming on like the reverberation of a bell. His heart had leapt. It’s started! he had thought. A riot! The proles are breaking loose at last! When he had reached the spot it was to see a mob of two or three hundred women crowding round the stalls of a street market, with faces as tragic as though they had been the doomed passengers on a sinking ship. It appeared that one of the stalls had been selling tin saucepans. They were wretched, flimsy things, but cooking-pots of any kind were always difficult to get. Now the supply had unexpectedly given out. Winston watched women fighting over saucepans disgustedly. And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered ? He wrote: “Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious”. …
The proletarians were born, they grew up in the gutters, they went to work at twelve, they passed through a brief blossoming-period of beauty and sexual desire, they married at twenty, they were middle-aged at thirty, they died, for the most part, at sixty. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult. A few agents of the Thought Police moved always among them, spreading false rumours and marking down and eliminating the few individuals who were judged capable of becoming dangerous; but no attempt was made to indoctrinate them with the ideology of the Party. It was not desirable that the proles should have strong political feelings. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism which could be appealed to whenever it was necessary to make them accept longer working-hours or shorter rations.
After close description of Winston’s life and his life conditions, and of absurd circumstances the whole country has author George Orwell brings the main hero of the novel back to the junk shop where he had bought that diary, this time he takes his time to have a lovely conversation with shop owner, a gentleman named Mr Charrington, although it was risky to trust the unknown person. On the way back suddenly he notices the girl from the fiction department, there was no doubting any longer that the girl was spying on him. Whether she was really an agent of the Thought Police, or simply an amateur spy actuated by officiousness, hardly mattered… The next day they met again at workplace, this time “the girl stumbled and fell and while he was helping her up the girl had slipped something into his hand. There was no question that she had done it intentionally. The thing that was written on the paper might be a threat, a summons, an order to commit suicide, a trap of some description. But there was another, wilder possibility that kept raising its head, though he tried vainly to suppress it. This was, that the message did not come from the Thought Police at all, but from some kind of underground organization. Perhaps the Brotherhood existed after all! He re-adjusted his spectacles on his nose, sighed, and drew the next batch of work towards him, with the scrap of paper on top of it. He flattened it out. On it was written, in a large unformed handwriting: I LOVE YOU ❤️ ”.
After all she turned out to be a silly party girl who fell in love with him. The couple meet several times in hidden places and make love, before they decide to move to the room over Mr Charington’s junk shop and continuing having an affair there. Considering Winston’s ex-wife named it “our duty to the party”, this time it was much better love. They were not only lovers, they were also like minded people, and in fact they both secretly hated the party. They even dreamed about joining to conspiracy against the party…
They have done it at last! O’Brian called them to his office, he pretended he would borrow to Winston a Newspeak dictionary under the telescreen, but Winston was sure he was part of the conspiracy, he was sure since the moment they exchanged the view during Two Minutes Hate (daily show on the telesscreen compulsory to watch for the party members, aim of which is to put seeds of hate in the hearts of party members against the enemies of the party), O’Brien’s eyes were telling him then: I am with you, I feel you… O’Brien gives them a book to read which needed to be returned soon, but Winston can not start reading it for some time as the whole department he worked at was at full scale work, mattresses were put along the corridor and hardly anybody was able to sleep 4-5 hours: all of a sudden Oceania declared war with Eastasia, who was their ally till this moment. “The next moment there was a tremendous commotion. The banners and posters with which the square was decorated were all wrong! Quite half of them had the wrong faces on them.” “Oceania was at war with Eastasia: Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia. A large part of the political literature of five years was now completely obsolete. Reports and records of all kinds, newspapers, books, pamphlets, films, sound-tracks, photographs—all had to be rectified at lightning speed.”
Finally when he finds some time he opens up the book. He reads it aloud for Julia as she lies next to him. One might find very interesting the ideas in that book. Here are some examples: “War, it will be seen, accomplishes the necessary destruction, but accomplishes it in a psychologically acceptable way. In principle it would be quite simple to waste the surplus labour of the world by building temples and pyramids, by digging holes and filling them up again, or even by producing vast quantities of goods and then setting fire to them. But this would provide only the economic and not the emotional basis for a hierarchical society. What is concerned here is not the morale of masses, whose attitude is unimportant so long as they are kept steadily at work, but the morale of the Party itself. Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph. In other words it is necessary that he should have the mentality appropriate to a state of war. It does not matter whether the war is actually happening, and, since no decisive victory is possible, it does not matter whether the war is going well or badly. All that is needed is that a state of war should exist.”… “as usual, the ruling groups of all three powers are simultaneously aware and unaware of what they are doing. Their lives are dedicated to world conquest, but they also know that it is necessary that the war should continue everlastingly and without victory.” “The war is waged by each ruling group against its own subjects, and the object of the war is not to make or prevent conquests of territory, but to keep the structure of society intact.”“A peace that was truly permanent would be the same as a permanent war. This—although the vast majority of Party members understand it only in a shallower sense—is the inner meaning of the Party slogan: WAR IS PEACE.” George Orwell is letting us know here without telling us directly, war is peace for hierarchy and oligarchy…
The tide of the novel turns when Winston and Julia hear the iron voice, voice of the hidden telescreen behind the picture in the room, the same picture Winston loved so much to look and look, the picture of one of the churches in London which now turned into state building… The house was surrounded, Mr Charrington appeared soon, he was no longer an old man with cockney accent, and he wasn’t wearing his spectacles, his body seemed to be straightened… he was a member of the Thought Police!
The last chapter of the book explains the whole processes of torture, art of torture to be more exact. They confess everything, even things they never did. It was O’Brien who was directing everything , “The Party is not interested in the overt act: the thought is all we care about. We do not merely destroy our enemies, we change them” he says to Winston. For some reason to my mind the idea kept coming that something in the book reminds me Soviet Union, as I was thinking the same thoughts unexpectedly O’Brian tells Winston “The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods”. O’BRIEN brings Winston to the point that he started to force himself to think two plus two make five. The mind should develop a blind spot whenever a dangerous thought presented itself. The process should be automatic, instinctive. CRIMESTOP, they called it in Newspeak. He set to work to exercise himself in crimestop. He presented himself with propositions—’the Party says the earth is flat’, —and trained himself in not seeing or not understanding the arguments that contradicted them. It was not easy. It needed great powers of reasoning and improvisation. The arithmetical problems raised, for instance, by such a statement as ‘two and two make five’ were beyond his intellectual grasp. It needed also a sort of athleticism of mind, an ability at one moment to make the most delicate use of logic and at the next to be unconscious of the crudest logical errors. Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain. For the first time Winston perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself. He thought it when he was sent to most infamous room 101 because he accidentally shouted out “Julia” in his dream. It’s better to get to know by reading the book what’s inside the room 101 but after release Winston loved Big Brother, he adored the party!