Someone might easily think I made some kind of habit to read classics in a tender age, understand half of what I read and then pick them up again when someone – or something – sheds some light upon it and makes me realize what I really had in my hands (or in my bookshelf).
I was 6 – maybe 7 – years old when I found a nice book with a shiny, glittery title on the cover, called ‘Animal Farm’.
“Wow, a story about animals! Mom, can I take it?”
The answer came immediate: “Sure”.
Then, since it was a 2 for 1 deal, ‘The Diary of Bridget Jones’ found a comfortable place in our bag as well.
But more about that later.
A tale about revolution, where the pigs – Napoleon and Snowball in charge – work to overthrow the power of the farmer and give the farm back in the hands of the animals.
However, in the attempt to get rid of a long suffered human rule, a brand new establishment comes into existence, which soon becomes not so different from the one they were so keen on sending to slaughter.
The climax is reached when the real asset is finally revealed and the first rule of the farm takes an unsettling form:
“1. All animals are equal – but some animals are more equal than others.”
In time, when my knowledge about history became a bit wider, it became easy to recognize Stalin in the pig Napoleon, while Snowball is a representation of Trotsky – the way Orwell thought of him.
Although, I’m fairly sure any dictatorship can easily find its representatives in Orwell’s tale.
I loved this story, even when I was too little to fully understand it.
And even then, it was able to influence a lot my view on life. I can assure you, I was largely disappointed when Babe didn’t take over the Hogget Farm.
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