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Nineteen Eighty-Four

کتاب Nineteen Eighty-Four جورج اورول، واقعا فکر برانگیزه، و واقعا خوندنش تأثیرگذار.
کتاب در واقع یه تصویره از سال 1984، که اورل در سال 1948 مینویسدش. کتاب، لحن خاصی داره، یه جورایی همه اش انگار تو ترس نوشته شده. یه جایی (پایین تر اسم کتابش رو دادم) خوندم که چون اورول احساس خطر میکرد. فکر میکرد که این اتفاق نزدیکه، و باید یه کاری بکنه.
اسم کشوری که توش این ماجرا اتفاق می افته، Oceania است و اسم دو کشوری که در طول داستان یکی شون یا درگیرن باهاش، یا متحدشن (حکومت به ملت اینطور میگه)، هست: Eastasia و Eurasia
این رو از این کتاب نقل میکنم:

Huxley and Orwell: Brave New World and Nineteen Eighty-Four (Jenni Calder):
In Oceania there is a state of perpetual crisis which is used as a weapon to get people to do what is wanted, to submit to power. They are persuaded that their own individual interests are identical with the national interest... Individuals were encouraged to believe that their particular effort, their particular sacrifice, would help to win the war. In a crisis situation things can be asked of people which normally they would find intolerable...In Nineteen Eighty-Four he [Orwell] shows ordinary people unquestioningly submitting to an appalling life...
این چند تیکه رو هم از خود متن کتاب نقل میکنم:

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.

این تیکه زیر رو مایکل مور آخر فیلم Fahrenheit 9/11 از چند جای کتاب به هم چسبونده بود:

And it's not a matter of whether the war is not real or if it is. Victory is not possible. The war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous. Hierarchical society is only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. This new version is the past and no different past can ever have existed. In principle the war effort is always planned to keep society on the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects and its object is not the victory over either Eurasia or East Asia but to keep the very structure of society intact.

To do anything that suggested a taste for solitude, even to go for a walk by yourself, was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak: ownlife, it was called, meaning individualism and eccentricity.

این صحنه هم برام خیلی جالب تصویر شده بود. تصویر آغاز یه انقلاب درونی:

The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forcedlabour camp. Winston fitted a nib into the penholder and sucked it to get the grease off. The pen was an archaic instrument, seldom used even for signatures, and he had procured one, furtively and with some difficulty, simply because of a feeling that the beautiful creamy paper deserved to be written on with a real nib instead of being scratched with an ink-pencil. Actually he was not used to writing by hand. Apart from very short notes, it was usual to dictate everything into the speakwrite which was of course impossible for his present purpose. He dipped the pen into the ink and then faltered for just a second. A tremor had gone through his bowels. To mark the paper was the decisive act.

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ایمان محمدی گفت...

...Fear got the best of you

ایمان محمدی گفت...

Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety. — Benjamin Franklin

Mohammad KhoshZaban گفت...

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