Fascinating review of Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four from the year 1949. Seems this particular reader had a similar experience with it that I had.
Nineteen Eighty-Four is a book that goes through the reader like an east wind, cracking the skin, opening the sores; hope has died in Mr Orwell’s wintry mind, and only pain is known. I do not think I have ever read a novel more frightening and depressing; and yet, such are the originality, the suspense, the speed of writing and withering indignation that it is impossible to put the book down.
via Boing Boing.