1984


1984. By George Orwell. Published by Signet Classic, an imprint of New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA). 1961. Paperback. 328 pages. ISBN 0-451-52493-4. Centennial Edition with an afterword by Erich Fromm.

Novel George Orwell pertama yang saya baca. Novel yang katanya punya pengaruh besar pada masanya, dan sepertinya masih tetap relevan dengan kondisi sekarang. Ditulis tahun 1944 sampai terbit tahun 1949. Bercerita tentang bagaimana seorang diktator yang otoriter mengendalikan pikiran dan tingkah laku rakyatnya melalui kontrol media dan teknologi komunikasi. Totalitarianisme total. Keren. Futuristik. Mendahului zamannya. Gak nyangka kalau ditulis tahun 40-an.

My English is not good, tapi novel ini enak banget dibaca. Padahal topik bahasannya cukup luas, berat dan asing untuk saya. Tema utamanya: sosial politik. Topik bahasannya luas, menyangkut ideologi, nasionalisme, sistem sosial, birokrasi, geopolitik, ekonomi dan lain-lain. Saya kagum bagaimana topik bahasan yang luas dan berat ini bisa diangkat ke dalam sebuah cerita fiksi yang mengalir, menarik dan enak dibaca. Jadi tertarik untuk baca saudaranya novel ini, Animal Farm.

Mengutip Wikipedia.. Novel ini adalah sebuah literer fiksi politik. Novel klasik dengan sub-genre sains fiksi sosial. Bergaya dystopian (lawan dari utopia). Works of political fiction often “directly criticize an existing society or… present an alternative, sometimes fantastic, reality.”

Bagian favorit saya, Part 3 Chapter 2 halaman 248-249:

There is a Party slogan dealing with the control of the past,’ he said. ‘Repeat it, if you please.’

“Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past,”‘ repeated Winston obediently.

‘”Who controls the present controls the past,”‘ said O’Brien, nodding his head with slow approval. ‘Is it your opinion, Winston, that the past has real existence?’

Again the feeling of helplessness descended upon Winston. His eyes flitted towards the dial. He not only did not know whether ‘yes’ or ‘no’ was the answer that would save him from pain; he did not even know which answer he believed to be the true one.

O’Brien smiled faintly. ‘You are no metaphysician, Winston,’ he said. ‘Until this moment you had never considered what is meant by existence. I will put it more precisely. Does the past exist concretely, in space? Is there somewhere or other a place, a world of solid objects, where the past is still happening?’

‘No.’

‘Then where does the past exist, if at all?’

‘In records. It is written down.’

‘In records. And –?’

‘In the mind. In human memories.’

‘In memory. Very well, then. We, the Party, control all records, and we control all memories. Then we control the past, do we not?’

‘But how can you stop people remembering things?’ cried Winston again momentarily forgetting the dial. ‘It is involuntary. It is outside oneself. How can you control memory? You have not controlled mine!’

O’Brien’s manner grew stern again. He laid his hand on the dial.

‘On the contrary,’ he said, ‘you have not controlled it. That is what has brought you here. You are here because you have failed in humility, in self-discipline. You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity. You preferred to be a lunatic, a minority of one. Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston. You believe that reality is something objective, external, existing in its own right. You also believe that the nature of reality is self-evident. When you delude yourself into thinking that you see something, you assume that everyone else sees the same thing as you. But I tell you, Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal. Whatever the Party holds to be the truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party. That is the fact that you have got to relearn, Winston. It needs an act of self-destruction, an effort of the will. You must humble yourself before you can become sane.’

Versi lengkapnya bisa dibaca di The Literature Network. Mengesankan, futuristik, fantastik. Like it! My another fascinating book.

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