Top positive review
on 7 March 2014
Orwell's typical(?) picture of despair was half expected - given his track record - but enjoyable nonetheless. His quaint writing style takes some getting used to but seems appropriate for the depiction of a squalid, metropolitan life in England between the World Wars.
The 'hero', Gordon Comstock, is a pathetic specimen who, beyond sympathy, bumps along the bottom of his existence without attempting extricate himself from it ( made all the more annoying, given his own realisation that 'this is where he is' but justifies his stance with a half-baked notion of the "Money-God" being responsible for all mans woes.
Reading this novel from the relative comfort of to-day's cosy affluence, does offer an interesting illustration of a left-wing viewpoint on the part of the author which, ultimately, leaves a glimmer of hope.