Gordon Comstock is a poor young man who works by day in a grubby London bookstore and spends his evenings shivering in a rented room, trying to write. Gordon has published a slim volume of verse and is determined to keep free of the “money world” of safe, lucrative jobs, marriage, and family responsibilities. This world, to Gordon, spells the end of art and aspidistra, the homely, indestructible house plant that stands in every middle-class British window.
Gordon’s sweetheart, Rosemary, understands him: she is patient with his pride and lack of funds. But then, as it happens with all lovers, events overtake them.
Orwell’s picture of the “money world”, as Gordon sees it, is in his best satirical vein.
©1956 The Estate of Sonia B. Orwell (P)1992 Blackstone Audio, Inc.
"Gritty, growling, commonsensical and touching. [Orwell] never wrote a basically kinder or more human novel." (Time)
I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it. - Salinger ^(;,;)^
Oh, what an ode to the money-gods and aspidistras. An amazing, emotional journey of one man's fight against aspidistras and the inevitable pull of the money-gods. This is a novel that is warm, hard, depressing, funny, absurd and at the end virtuous and redeeming. Orwell is able to simultaneously thread the needles of commerce, class, art and protest. Orwell weaves his story with satire and pathos, but doesn't make caricatures of ANY of his characters. Love Richard Brown's laid back narration.
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