Why I write / George Orwell.
Material type:
TextSeries: Great ideasPublication details: New York : Penguin Books, 2005.Description: 119 p. ; 19 cmISBN: - 0143036351
- 9780143036357
- 828.91209 22
| Item type | Current library | Call number | Copy number | Status | Date due | Barcode | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
Books
|
Main library General Stacks | 828.91209 / OR.W 2005 (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | 1 | Available | 005208 |
Browsing Main library shelves, Shelving location: General Stacks Close shelf browser (Hides shelf browser)
|
|
|
|
No cover image available No cover image available |
|
|
||
| 824.912 / OR.B 2008 Books v. cigarettes / | 828.509 / SW.G 2007 Gulliver’s travels | 828.91 / BR.M 2002 The military orchid and other novels | 828.91209 / OR.W 2005 Why I write / | 830 / BA. U 2002 عصور الأدب الألماني | 831.7 / TO.C 2008 A confession / | 832.912†/ AN.A 2006 انتيغون |
"This collection first published in Penguin Books (U.K.) 2004."--T.p. verso.
Why I write -- The lion and the unicorn -- A hanging -- Politics and the English language.
From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books -- I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays. I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life. Nevertheless the volume of serious - i.e. seriously intended - writing which I produced all through my childhood and boyhood would not amount to half a dozen pages. I wrote my first poem at the age of four or five, my mother taking it down to dictation.
1
There are no comments on this title.