Monday, February 25, 2019
Crouching Orwell, Hidden Diddion (a Contrast Between the Authors)
Orwell and Didion, two distinguished authors that each had their own reasons for compose. twain Orwell and Didion each took time breaking down parts of their lives to give examples of the reputation of their indite and how it developed through their lives. Some have taken it upon themselves to con descriptor Orwell and Didion as similar. While it is true that they have some slight similarities, thats all to be expected of two individuals in the same profession. When you start to excavate through their words it soon becomes overwhelming on just how divergent they are as twain writers, authors, and people.Orwell had a l iodinly childhood. He tho had a nonion that he would be a writer. He dismantle described it like it was an inescapable destiny. I knew when I grew up I should be a writer I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was step upraging my true nature . (90) This ceaselessly looming moment of self discovery stayed with him throug h his childhood through puppyish adulthood where he later tried to rebel against his ever apparent(a) nature.Orwell sensed that he had a power over words, learning to arms his gift as he toiled through the process of learning on the nose what kind of writer he wanted to be. Orwell soon was ruling the literary power that he and then strengthened with exercising his imagination. (91) Didion didnt seem to do these types of rational exercises until later. Giving Orwell a distinct advantage over the the adult male that she was finding herself breaking into. She didnt have Orwells uncanny insight into what she was going to be. In fact from what she mentioned, she didnt have both insight into her own mind ofttimes less her driving ambition.Just the opposite of Orwell, instead of her controlling her imagination, Didion was experiencing the wizard of words and simple images having a power over her. (225) As they delimitate their styles, the differences only increased. Especially a s Orwell gained his new political take infused writing style. Using the word political in the widest possible sense. Desire to push the domain in a certain direction. This new element of his writing draw a iron line in the sand between himself and Didion. This is one of the most distinct contrasts in their writing.Didions writing was for herself, about herself, to cope with herself. It was her anger and her sickness. She was the primary benefactor of her writings, It was a way to be able to sort things out in her head. (225) Orwell wrote for entirely various reasons. He didnt write for himself through artistic pursuit alone. He instead started to imprint his writings with purpose and meaning, to get his own ideas into the heads of other(a)s. Orwell wanted to change their minds on subjects he matt-up passionate about. This was the core of his writing, to write for others to influence others.He wanted to work out an impact on their thoughts and their views To change them and s ubsequently change the world virtually him. Didion in her essay never referenced Orwell besides an opening statement about stealing the title of said essay from him. She didnt point out any similarities between them at all, how could she? They had nothing in common except for both of them being writers. Orwells reasons for writing is driven, fueled and dragged with two primary concepts that he listed policy-making Purpose and Aesthetic enthusiasm.Orwells dream and goal is to make political writing into an art. Didions reasons were self discovery to formulate her thoughts and to get out the images she sees in her head. This was not a want for her, it is a need. She needs her writing to figure out her own fears, wants, likes, dislikes She sights the reason behind this was not having access to her own mind, as if writing was a key to open the door. For if she had a clear mental pathway There would have been no reason to write. (225) In windup Orwell and Didion have been different from the beginning to the end.They have different approaches to their writing, different reasons and different outcomes. I feel almost as if they are opposites rather then reflections of one another. As my eyes scan the essays both of them have compose I do not find myself thinking back to the others writing. Im incapacitated in each picture that they paint of themselves and the world. One is in red, the other in blue, they are both colors, but are nothing alike. They sanitary different, feel different, portray themselves and their basis-es and reasons differently. They are in one word different.