Then we discuss the multitude of issues that are art.
He was a humane man who communicated an extreme of inhuman terror; a man committed to decency who actualized a distinctive squalor. These, perhaps, are elements of the general paradox.
But there are other, more particular, paradoxes. He was a socialist, who popularized a severe and damaging criticism of the idea of socialism and of its adherents.
He was a believer in equality, and a critic of class who founded his later work on a deep assumption of inherent inequality, inescapable class difference p. Considering his relatively short, hectic life and the rapidly shifting, if also profoundly disheartening political and militarily realities of his time, these paradoxes in Orwell might in the end become justifiable, imputed perhaps to an enduring sense of scepticism of any sustained political attitude.
After all, his was a generation of warring ideologies: Socialism, Capitalism, Nazism, Fascism, and various forms of linguistic, ethnic and religious nationalisms. He had, let us remember, resigned his job as a police officer serving in Burma, thus announcing his rejection of the very notion of docility on which he was brought up in Eton.
Nor was mere escape into the domestic life of the metropolis likely to conceal from him the existence of a glaring, widespread poverty or console his growing concern for the bitter injustices suffered by this underprivileged part of the English society. There is, I think, much more in Orwell than abstract statements made in good faith in favour of an oppressed class, a colonised society or a suppressed history.
Earlier British writers such as Robert Louis Stevenson, Rider Haggard, Rudyard Kipling, and Joseph Conrad whose lives were deeply affected by colonial experiences in the South Seas, Africa, India, and Latin America fell short too of their claims of popularising an evangelical and philanthropic discourse of the Other otherwise professed in their non-fictional writings.
For Orwell the configurations of the colonial scene rendered in his essays have often the paradoxical effect of subverting the critical overtones of his anti-imperialistic statements. Consider, for instance, his description of the body of an Indian native who, it is reported, died under the ponderous weight of a raging elephant: He was an Indian, a black Dravidian coolie, almost naked, and he could not have been dead many minutes[…] This was the rainy season and the ground was soft, and his face had scored a trench a foot deep and a couple of yards long.
He was lying on his belly with arms crucified and head sharply twisted to one side.
His face was coated with mud, the eyes wide open, the teeth bared and grinning with an expression of unendurable agony. Never tell me, by the way, that the dead look peaceful. Most of the corpses I have seen looked devilish. Poverty and unimportance, we are to understand, are the perpetual lot of the living Indian native.
Even in his death, the native is denied a sense of awe. Buried in the mud, his body is made to typify the conditions of degradation, baseness and impurity which as a living subject he had to assume too as markers of his identity.
Now in his fixed posture, facing the muddy ground with horrified eyes and gnashing teeth, the corpse of Indian comes to embody a stereotypical order of helplessness and vulnerability. From the vantage point of the narrator whose task consists in hunting the elephant and restoring order among the excited Indian villagers, the death of the Indian is of course only an episode in the narrative of little or no moral significance.
As the story of the raging elephant comes to an end, one is left with several nagging questions. Does he not in the process, brush aside his anti-imperialistic pronouncements and succumb to an anecdotal representation of the natives?
Is not the haughty subjective quality in his writing far more important to him than grandiose ideals so bitterly castigated in his later fiction?Marrakech has 37 ratings and 0 reviews.
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. All essays in this collection were first published during George Orwell's lifetime, and have appeared in a number of Orwell essay collections published both before and after his death.
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George Orwell's politically charged essay “Marrakech” uses a memorable style to highlight a number of important social and moral issues. Writing in . A Collection of Essays by George Orwell - Marrakech summary and analysis.