It was well over a year ago, quite possibly two, when I thought I’d give George Orwell’s novel, 1984, another read. What was so odd is, I was sure I’ve read it once before. And while certain aspects of his story were faintly familiar, major bits were not all that recognizable.
Turns out that my reading it just 1 or 2 years ago was, indeed, the first time I’d ever read it. Strangely enough. I was confusing what I was sure was Orwell’s book with that ofÂ Aldous Huxley’s novel, Brave New World.
I’m not at all sure why I mistook one for the other. In retrospect Brave New World strikes me as closer to that of Â “The Matrix.” But it is what it is…
Two reason’s I bring this up. First, the post previous to last Thursday’s installment, The Trial, I touched on literature I’ve enjoyed once upon a time. While in high school, in fact. But ever more fittingly is an old Mike Wallace interview ofÂ Aldous Huxley, that I wasÂ inadvertentlyÂ directed to. It’s the main impetus behind this tale. And a brilliant piece of recorded history, too.