2 + 2 = 4

George Orwell’s 1984 grabbed a hold of me when I read it in high school back in the 1980s, and it hasn’t let go since. But never did I think I’d actually be living through it, the way it appears all of us are today. Near the end of the book, after Winston’s secret lifeContinue reading “2 + 2 = 4”

He loved Big Brother

George Orwell’s 1984 is one of the few books I’ve read multiple times. I first read it back in high school–and it might actually have been in 1984–because a teacher assigned it to me. In fact, I still have the paperback copy that I acquired in the bookstore of a high school that no longerContinue reading “He loved Big Brother”