I feel a little vindicated after reading this book that even though I may not have read a classic, I'm still familiar enough with it to judge it fairly. This book was exactly what I thought it was going to be. Which means I'm also right about what Lord of Flies
is going to be, even though I haven't read it, right?
I seriously read this because it seems like you can't consider yourself a well-read person unless you have. Oh, and because it's super short.
But, as it turns out, it was an enjoyable read, and not nearly as depressing as I was expecting. I think Orwell is a fabulous writer, and the fact that this book is so didactic, yet still fun to read, is proof of that.
That being said, you would have to be a truly obtuse 10th grader to read this book and be unsure of The Point. It felt about as heavy-handed as The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
in its message. Unlike 1984
that had its own story going on within the larger context of 'The Message', this one was purely an extended metaphor for the flaws of Communism (to wit: power corrupts). I'm not sure how I felt about the ending. It almost felt unnecessary [spoiler!:] for the pigs to change into humans in appearance.
My favorite part of this book was Benjamin, the laconic donkey, who (in my opinion) was the only winner. Don't build up any expectations, and you can't be disappointed. Masters may change, along with the rhetoric of their subjugation, but it all amounts to the same thing. Wise old Benjamin.