Gordon Bowker's 'George Orwell' 2003

 

Little, Brown first edition - 2003

At just over 430 pages of text, this biography of George Orwell (Eric Blair), was another 'blockbuster' which has rested unread on my bookshelves for far too long. I knew very little about Orwell - having merely read Down and Out in Paris and London (1933), A Clergyman's Daughter (1935), and Animal Farm (1945). (No - I have never read 1984!) I found the story of his life fascinating, but I don't think I would have liked him. Interestingly, at one stage in his life he described himself as a Tory-anarchist; which is what I subscribe to! The book is far too detailed to be analysed is such a short Blog as this, so I have just put below some of the salient points I gained from its reading.

• from childhood he suffered from ill-health. Cursed by a weak chest, he did not help matters by being a heavy, life-long smoker and taking little care over his well-being
• his relationship with women was problematic. He never stopped desiring them - frequenting prostitutes in Burma and London, living with one in Paris and on several occasions almost forcing himself on colleagues or friends - even though he regarded himself as 'unattractive'. The many shrewd women who knew him almost invariably referred to his sadism and that he saw women as inferior
• he was prejudiced against Scots, disliked homosexuals and public schools. However, he was a staunch atheist but retained an affection for Christian beliefs and wished to be buried in a churchyard; he was a rationalist who took poltergeists and ghosts seriously
• Bowker sums Orwell up: Orwell was no saint; he was a flawed human being, full of contradictions and strange tensions - a faithful and gentle friend, yet a man with a poor attitude towards women, an enemy of state torturers with his own streak of sadistic violence, a champion of human decency yet a secret philanderer, a man with an ambiguous attitude towards Jews
• during and after his time in Spain - his hatred of Stalinism and the Soviet Union, which led to his suspicion of others such as Victor Gollancz, was almost visceral
• his sojourns on the island of Jura, where he rented Barnhill ( a kind of Cold Comfort Farm to one young student!) are made totally understandable by Bowker.    
• I found this comment of Bowker's a shrewd one: as a novelist Orwell had his shortcomings. He was insufficiently interested in individuals to be able to explore character, except his inevitably autobiographical central character. He could experience an intense imaginative vision of an inner life, but he could do it by looking in the mirror but not by looking outwards.
• I think he was a successful journalist cum sociological essay writer but not a great novelist; primarily a literary man with a sociological eye.

It is a fascinating story. his schooldays at St Cyprian's and Eton; his role as a Probationary Assistant Superintendent in the Burmese Police Force; his essentially 'fake' down-and-out days in Paris (his first manuscript was called A Scullion's Diary) and London; his short time as a (quite popular) teacher; his relative failure as a novelist - with A Clergyman's Daughter and Keep the Aspidistra Flying; his increasing well-thought-of articles in various journals, magazine and newspapers (e.g. his later involvement with Tribune); his time at the BBC during the  Second World War; and his two masterpieces - Animal Farm and 1984 - the latter written when he has increasingly ill. I am glad I read Gordon Bowker's book; whether it persuades me to read more of Orwell's work is another matter. We are certainly nearer the horror of the world depicted in 1984, than Orwell was in 1948 or even in the real-life 1984. Dystopia feels more real than Utopia these days.

Poor Eric was hit firmly in the solar plexus with the publication just over two years ago of Anna Dunder's Wifedom: Mrs Orwell's Invisible Life. Her aim was to rescue this droll, warm-hearted woman from oblivion and in the process wrench herself back into hard-won artistry. Funder suggests that any literary ambitions Eileen had were relinquished in order to cater for Eric's needs, including having perfunctory sex she did not enjoy. As one Reviewer of the book put it, she earned the lion's share of their income, kept house, nursed him through fits of tuberculosis, typed up his notes, edited his typescripts and 'encouraged' his work.  Funder cited several contemporaries who saw Eileen's 'fingerprints' all over Animal Farm - a book that displays a psychological acuity and humanity that Orwell lacked. Certainly Orwell does not come out of this telling well: he denied Eileen visits to her family and friends, let her clean out the cesspit and deal with mice while he got on with his books upstairs. Funder focuses on the couple's time in Spain, when Eileen kept her husband out of danger and often risked her own life for her ant-fascist comrades. Dying of cancer during an operation, at just 39, Eileen's life appears a tragic one. What might she have achieved - in spite of her famous husband?