Many years ago I read Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell. I read it in one long gulp.
I read it with a feeling that it would be the most significant book I would ever encounter.
I read quickly, absorbing much of it, internalising, alert to bits and pieces.
In January 2017 when I heard Trump claim he had ‘three times as many people as Obama’ and when the photographs proved he was a liar, one of his flunkies used the term ‘Alternate Facts’.
I knew then, we had entered the dystopian world of Nineteen Eighty Four.
I went back to reread this book, to see what I had missed.