So the possibility that Diaries may reveal a new and improved Orwell--or a new and diminished one--can be easily dismissed.That's the case whether you aligned yourself with Orwell's celebrator and intellectual inheritor, Christopher Hitchens, who wrote the introduction for this edition, or that other recently departed leftist public intellectual, Alexander Cockburn, who likened Orwell to a "snitch" for informing on Communists (which he did).It has never surfaced and probably never will--though Orwell published a fictionalized account of his Burmese tour of duty in the 1934 novel Burmese Days.
He was a literary fat-rendering plant when it came to reducing the raw material of his notes and diaries into something more distilled, as well-known works such as Down and Out in Paris and London, The Road to Wigan Pier, and Homage to Catalonia all attest.
Had Orwell turned himself inside out and hauled himself up a flagpole we couldn't have gotten a better look at him.
You can find that diary entry in The Collected Essays, Journalism, and Letters of George Orwell (1968) and The Complete Works of George Orwell (1998).
"Our broadcasts are utterly useless because nobody listens to them," he states on October 5, 1942, about his work for the BBC in India.
He knew his way around being sick--disease was his lifelong companion.
Cyril Connolly, a friend from childhood, recalled Orwell being a "chesty" and "bronchial" kid, which Orwell attributed to "defective bronchial tubes and a lesion in one lung." Orwell encouraged advanced respiratory breakdown via his lifelong tobacco habit, acquired in his teens. Taylor wrote that Orwell had "four bouts of pneumonia" by the time he turned thirty-four, a life-endangering malady back in the days before antibiotics.At the start it is impossible to get anything on to paper at all. And even when you begin to re-acquire the habit of writing, you seem to be incapable of preserving continuity.Your mind turns away to any conceivable subject rather than the one you are trying to deal with, & even the physical act of writing is unbearably irksome. This self-diagnosis says more about the craft of writing than any dozen manuals on the subject for sale at bookshops.Google Books locates that entry in multiple Orwell volumes.Or, if you don't have time for a trip to the library or the money to buy these volumes, consult the Web.Of course, some Orwell enthusiasts might seek Diaries in hopes that it maps the path he cut from first observations to finished works. Orwell appears to have had two writing modes: publishable copy and domestic lists.According to Davison, Orwell would type up his diaries from his handwritten copy, making revisions on the fly or adding them after with a pen.Diaries, by George Orwell, edited by Peter Davison. Diaries are not illegal in the world of Nineteen Eighty-Four because nothing is--Airstrip One's legal code has been abolished. .95 We know from George Orwell's novel Nineteen Eighty-Four that he thought of the diary as a potentially seditious form.Your thoughts are just as active as ever, you are interested in the same things, you seem to be able to talk normally, & you can read anything that you would read at any other time.It is only when you attempt to write, even to write the simplest & stupidest newspaper article, that you realise what a deterioration has happened inside your skull. You have also no command of language, or rather you can think of nothing except flat, obvious expressions: a good, lively phrase never occurs to you.