Even dead guys can have their say. The Orwell Prize is posting excerpts from Orwell’s personal diaries 70 years after the fact. Apparently he’s into chickens. Who knew? Now we will.
Which leads me to wonder, did I ever read Animal Farm and 1984? If I did, it was in high school. I wasn’t a Cliff Notes kinda girl, but for the life of me, I can’t exactly remember if I actually read the books. They so saturate the public discourse — appearing in political jabs, movies, excerpts of all kinds — that maybe I just think I read them completely. How embarrassing.
Also, I saw William Shakespeare on MySpace the other day. He’s got a lotta friends.