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Best is greater than any it's mid morning on a cold February day in 1936 at the Pit head of a coal mine in Lancashire, northwest England. Eight people, six men and two boys, file into a lift. Once they're standing crammed together like sardines in a can, the metal mesh door is slammed shut. Overhead, a mechanism whirs into life, sending the cage into the darkness beneath. But none of the party are coal miners. They're taking part in a guided tour which has been arranged for the benefit of one among them. His real name is Eric Arthur Blair, but his readers know him as George Orwell. In many ways he is an unusual character. An old Etonian and a former officer in the Indian Imperial Police Service, he's now on an expedition into England's industrial heartland to capture how the other half lives. 900ft below ground, the cage comes to a stop. The door opens. One by one the visitors exit onto a path where dim electric lights struggle to cut through the gloom. Squinting in the darkness, Orwell makes out the tunnel ahead. It's less than 5ft high, forcing Orwell, at 6 foot 3, into an uncomfortable stoop. He crouches and shuffles forward as the tunnel gets narrower and the temperature increases, until after 300 yards, he smacks his head on the ceiling, falls to the ground. Thank goodness for the safety helmet he's wearing that absorbs the blow. To him, this subterranean place seems like hell, ferociously hot, frighteningly dark, and the infernal noise of distant machinery growing louder with every step. Finally, he reaches the end of the tunnel, exhausted and wheezing. It takes him several minutes to take in the scene. In front of him is a team of half naked men kneeling before a thick wall of rock, digging into the coal face with enormous drills. He's astonished by their strength. In the low light, these men don't look quite human to him, more like iron statues come to life. Other workers pass by, venturing deeper into the mine. Many move around on all fours, almost like dogs. After a little time observing the work, it's time for the visitors to leave. 60 minutes or so is more than enough for Orwell Though he knows the miners will be here for a full seven and a half hour shift. But turning to head back, he is hit by a dreadful realization. The return journey is uphill. As he climbs, his lungs, weeks since childhood feel like they might burst at any moment. Eventually, he arrives with the rest of the tour group at the lift. When he emerges, caked in black coal dust, he takes a gulp of freezing cold air. He trudges slowly back to his lodging house and a hot bath. This morning has been a revelation. The miners embody all that he most admires dignity, resilience and pride in honest labor. But he's also witnessed dirt, danger and exploitation. The results of what happens when the rich and powerful bear down on ordinary people. It is, thinks Orwell, the awful way of the world. Best known for his books animal farm and 1984, George Orwell earned a reputation as a chronicler and prophet of modern society. Plagued by debilitating illness, he exposed poverty and injustice, satirized the powerful, and even took up arms against fascism. His name has become an adjective Orwellian, a word to express our collective fears about totalitarian control and the fragility of freedom. So what turned this one time servant of the British Empire into a critic of poverty and oppression? How did he almost lose his life before he'd written his most enduring works? And how did this man of the left become a hero? To those on the right, I'm John Hopkins from the Noiser Network. This is a short history of George Orwell. Though he will become known to most as one of the great English writers of the 20th century, the boy who will become George Orwell begins life not in England, but in India. His mother, Ida, of French heritage, is working as a governess in India when she meets her future husband, Richard Walmsley Blair. Soon the two marry and are joined by a daughter, Marjorie, and then, five years later, in 1903, a son, Eric Arthur. According to the adult Orwell's memories, the family is lower, upper middle class. His great, great grandfather made his fortune from slave labor on his Jamaican plantation. But the family now exist on what Orwell will call the verge of shivering gentility. In 1904, Ida returns to England with young Erik and his older sister. Though Richard stays behind in India for a few years, he visits the family briefly in 1907, after which a third child is born, a girl named Avril. It's only in 1912 that Richard Blair permanently relocates to England. Ida settles with the children in Oxfordshire. Eric is a sickly child, forever suffering from bronchial complaints that will dog him for the rest of his life. In 1911, the eight year old Eric enters St Cyprian's, a boarding school in East Sussex. His time here leaves an indelible mark. In an essay written more than 30 years later, he details sadistic teachers, feral classmates and endemic snobbery, of which he, from a less exalted family than many of the other boys, was often a victim. Nathan Waddell is a professor of 20th century literature at the University of Birmingham and the author of A Bright Cold Day, the Wonder of George Orwell.
