I had no words, and had to ponder on life a little afterward.
In the last chapter of Winston’s story, he imagines himself playing chess, and I find this symbolic. This is the first ending I’ve read in any book where there’s seemingly no possible way for the good to win. The Party leaves no corner left unturned. The entire story is a game of chess, where it’s impossible to beat the opponent. The opponent is always steps ahead. In addition, the people are brainwashed to believe Big Brother is the good, creating irony in the ideology “white always wins”.
After reading this book, I don’t believe any society today is similar enough to be directly compared to the dystopian society of this book. I see this world as a form of hell, where malice, hatred, power and control continue to trump any shred of good and love remaining.
The message I got from this was: “Don’t let things get this bad, because if it does, there will be no going back.”
by HouseTyrellLivesOn