{"id":9354,"date":"2009-05-12T08:20:54","date_gmt":"2009-05-12T12:20:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=9354"},"modified":"2015-06-20T08:53:22","modified_gmt":"2015-06-20T12:53:22","slug":"good-god-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=9354","title":{"rendered":"Orwell: “By 30 November 1948 it was virtually done.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

The story of Orwell writing 1984<\/i><\/a>. It brought me to tears.<\/p>\n

It was a desperate race against time. Orwell’s health was deteriorating, the “unbelievably bad” manuscript needed retyping, and the December deadline was looming. Warburg promised to help, and so did Orwell’s agent. At cross-purposes over possible typists, they somehow contrived to make a bad situation infinitely worse. Orwell, feeling beyond help, followed his ex-public schoolboy’s instincts: he would go it alone.<\/p>\n

By mid-November, too weak to walk, he retired to bed to tackle “the grisly job” of typing the book on his “decrepit typewriter” by himself. Sustained by endless roll-ups, pots of coffee, strong tea and the warmth of his paraffin heater, with gales buffeting Barnhill, night and day, he struggled on. By 30 November 1948 it was virtually done.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Here’s my post on 1984<\/i><\/a>.<\/p>\n

I am incredibly moved by that article<\/a>, it contained information I hadn’t known, what a struggle it was to finish that book.<\/p>\n

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