The momentum is not dampened between Vol 1 and Vol 2 but it does begin to slow down a bit roughly third of the way in (mainly due to the many detailed war-related passages). However, the ever evolving sociopolitical outlook of Blair retains its intrigue throughout the second series of essays and letters making it a bit more personable for anyone willing to admit the central role of subjectivity in all aspects of human history.

Orwell had provocative opinions on everything and was not afraid to share them with the world: From his review of MEIN KAMPF: "I confess I have never been able to hate Hitler. There is something in those sad eyes that says he deserves to win even when you don't want him to."

Everyone should read Orwell! You couldn't be spending your time better.

BRILLIANT essays. I love Orwell and one day hope to own the four volumes of this.

The more I read Orwell, the more I love Orwell. Evermore relevant.

This second volume of Orwell’s collected works cover the period from 1940-1943. This was a time when Orwell had published several novels and made a name for himself as an investigative journalist and socialist writer, and as such there are far fewer letters to other writers and far more published opinion pieces and articles.

Given that the book covers the opening years of World War II, when Orwell was living in London, I was disappointed to find that surprisingly little of the book involved the war – even when bombs must have been raining down around him during the Blitz, he was still writing book reviews and discussing poetry and the state of contemporary literature. When the war was discussed, it was in political terms, without any of the personal angle which I preferred in his earlier writing, such as Down and Out In Paris And London or Homage to Catalonia. Then, of course, I found that the book has an appendix of 100+ pages covering his war-time journals. I can understand why the editors chose not to intermingle them with the rest of the book – a lot of the diary entries contain observations and winning phrases which he’d specifically noted down for later use, so you’d end up with too much repetition – but if I’d known it was there beforehand I probably would have chosen to read the diaries alongside the rest of the book, just for chronological continuity.

In any case, the war-time journals themselves are one of the best parts of the book – I always love Orwell, but his writing is much more enjoyable when there’s a personal aspect to it. It’s fascinating to read a day-by-day (or sometime week-by-week) account of the Blitz in general, let alone coming from the pen of such a gifted and famous writer. Much of his diaries – like much of the rest of the book – consist of political observations, arguments and predictions, but there are also lots of brief fragments of feelings and impressions on the whole situation scattered throughout. The entirety of his entry for October 19, 1940:

The unspeakable depression of lighting the fires every morning with papers of a year ago, and getting glimpses of optimistic headlines as they go up in smoke.

Or an addendum to a mostly political entry on November 23:

Characteristic war-time sound, in winter: the musical tinkle of raindrops on your tin hat.

Or, amusingly, on 27 March, 1941:

Abusive letter from H.G. Wells, who addresses me as “you shit,” among other things.

The predominant thing I took away from the book as a whole – something that was also present in the first volume – was how political WWII was. As a war, it’s been completely deified by modern society. Now, I believe (as Orwell did at the time) that Nazi Germany was nonetheless in the wrong, and the Allies in the right, terms I wouldn’t use to describe any war of the past decade. But right or wrong, Orwell’s writing clearly demonstrates how overwhelmingly political any war is – the complex plotting between conservatives and liberals, right-wing and left-wing, socialists and fascists and pacifists and communists. Many of his essays and diary entries are devoted to nutting out the motives behind propaganda and political decisions, or measuring the morale of a hoodwinked public. We take it as a given that everybody in England pitched in, with stiff upper lip, to defeat the Nazis. That was never true – there were grumblings and demonstrations and people quite potently arguing that England should stay uninvolved, or even join Germany. Antisemitism was rife, sometimes even from Orwell himself, and the US soldiers stationed in the UK were deeply disliked by the locals. Perhaps half a century from now people will think the Iraq War was universally condemned, with every single person in coalition countries united against it, when in fact many supported it. It can go either way, regardless of how the war itself pans out. The only reason I thought the Iraq War was so complex and politically motivated, and that WWII wasn’t, is that I happened to be alive during the Iraq War. Historical wars settle on an accepted narrative, for better or worse. Even the Vietnam War is starting to settle into a general consensus – just not the one the US would like.

So, as always, Orwell makes me think about stuff, whether I agree with him or not. I’m very much looking forward to the next book and keeping an eye out for a hint of the Holocaust. He hasn’t mentioned anything about it yet, and I still can’t wrinkle out of Wikipedia and history books whether or not people in Allied countries knew it was happening.

The Essays, Journalism and Letters of Orwell, My Country Right or Left was an interesting writing collection by George Orwell. This collection wasn’t the book wasn’t what I expected. Then the last half the book with is wartime diary was just flat out fascinating.

I won’t lie, when I read George Orwell in high school, it left a mark on me. I ate up both 1984 and Animal Farm. The critique he had on society was so interesting and dark. So I was interested in reading more from him. I requested this book off of book mooch ages ago and then it got put on my shelf and forgotten about until I moved. This seemed like one of the perfect books to read to get something a little bit more serious on my reading list this year.

One of the things that really surprised me was how interested Orwell was in both propaganda and the use of new words. I wasn’t anticipating him speaking so favorably of propaganda and in a way wanted more done by the British in the WWII. In a way it shouldn’t be so unusual. In 1984, propaganda was essential to the running of their world and the support of the military. I’m just not as convinced that propaganda is so essential and can do in essence mind control. After growing up with ads and skewed news stories everywhere, I’m skeptical by most propaganda. But I do know that the more often we characterize something as being evil, the more likely it can leave an impact.

This book also allowed me to see Orwell’s personality. He just came to life. He seemed like such a character. Someone who was so passionate about life and wanted to serve his country.

Several of the essays didn’t always impact me in the same way as I would have hoped. He would talk about political leaders and I didn’t know them. It doesn’t take long for party leaders to be forgotten in history if they weren’t fully in charge. I knew Churchill, but some of the other names, I didn’t know.

My favorite part of this book was his war diaries. Those were great. More meaningful then his letters reporting about the war. In a way it was interesting and not surprising to see how the air raids weren’t always taken seriously. Such is human nature. The talk about life and events were interesting. It showed me different views of the world which I love.

a great help in European history fr history students

My Country Right or Left 1940-1943: The Collected Essays Journalism & Letters of George Orwell (Collected Essays Journalism and Letters of George Orwell) by Sonia Orwell (2000)

Great book to dip into for a quick read.

One of the few true democratic liberals,a man with conscience,and aware always about power and how it absolutely corrupts...One of the great political thinkers. His takes on
Literature and the war are just so good.He was wrong about a few things,but right on the important stuff.

There's a short section in this volume where three contemporaries respond to Orwell's thoughts about pacifism, which he is against. What's most interesting about these letters that is they are borderline unreadable—boring, poorly structured, and saying nothing of emotional resonance. The main thing they accomplish is to highlight just how good Orwell's writing is. I can't say I've thought much about the topic of pacifism or that it's of high relevance to me, but when Orwell takes it on, it gains a life and meaning that few others could confer.

The same could be said about most of this volume. With few exceptions, nearly every piece is about World War II, particularly about some very niche aspects of the war: political fights and alliances between Fascists, Communists, and Pacifists; English attitudes toward Russia; the possibility of a socialist state emerging from the ashes of the war. These topics are interesting from a historical perspective, and the volume as a whole also forms a portrait of wartime England—rationing, air raids, propaganda, and the like. But what makes it valuable from the perspective of posterity is Orwell's ability to hit on some core truths about human behavior.

If there's an overarching theme in that area, it's an exploration of duality. Orwell is very interested in the concept of patriotism, framing it as a primal human reaction that can lead to narrow-mindedness and atrocities, but without which the people of England would not have been driven to fight against Hitler. He also frequently brings up the idea that the "hedonism" offered by the left leaves people cold because it cannot tap into these primal emotional drives. The passage below loses almost nothing when considered in light of today's politics. (What to do about it is another question.)

Nearly all western thought since the last war, certainly all ‘progressive’ thought, has assumed tacitly that human beings desire nothing beyond ease, security and avoidance of pain. In such a view of life there is no room, for instance, for patriotism and the military virtues. The Socialist who finds his children playing with soldiers is usually upset, but he is never able to think of a substitute for the tin soldiers; tin pacifists somehow won’t do. Hitler, because in his own joyless mind he feels it with exceptional strength, knows that human beings don’t only want comfort, safety, short working-hours, hygiene, birth-control and, in general, common sense; they also, at least intermittently, want struggle and self-sacrifice, not to mention drums, flags and loyalty-parades.

Orwell's best writing on duality occurs in the essay, 'The Art of Donald McGill." McGill is the long-forgotten creator of a certain type of vulgar humorous postcard, which Orwell finds fascinating as the expression of the base side of human nature, existing in tension with the desire for higher meaning.

I never read the proclamations of generals before battle, the speeches of fuehrers and prime ministers, the solidarity songs of public schools and left-wing political parties, national anthems, Temperance tracts, papal encyclicals and sermons against gambling and contraception, without seeming to hear in the background a chorus of raspberries from all the millions of common men to whom these high sentiments make no appeal. Nevertheless the high sentiments always win in the end, leaders who offer blood, toil, tears and sweat always get more out of their followers than those who offer safety and a good time. When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic. Women face childbed and the scrubbing brush, revolutionaries keep their mouths shut in the torture chamber, battleships go down with their guns still firing when their decks are awash. It is only that the other element in man, the lazy, cowardly, debt-bilking adulterer who is inside all of us, can never be suppressed altogether and needs a hearing occasionally.

In general, I find Orwell's literary and cultural criticism to be my favorite of his writings, and "The Art of Donald McGill" is one of the best of this genre. This volume also includes a few other standouts, including Orwell's essay on Kipling and an exploration of a poem called "Felix Randal."

The final long section is comprised of Orwell's wartime diaries, which are largely focused on war news from the perspective of someone already very knowledgable on the topic. To be fair, these were not written for publication, but I found them rather dull and the only weak point of this volume.