George Orwell: A Life in Letters (26 page)

Well, the mortal moon hath her eclipse endured
¹
till 1941, I suppose. I don’t think one need be surprised at Chamberlain’s stock slumping a bit after the danger is over. Judging from the letters I get from home I should say people feel as you feel when you are just going to dive off the springboard and then think better of it. The real point is what will happen at the election, and unless the Conservative Party splits right up I prophecy they will win hands down. Because the other bloody fools can’t produce any policy except ‘We want war’, and however ashamed people may feel after we’ve let down Czechoslovakia, or whoever it may be, they’ll shy away from war when it comes to a show-down. The only hope of Labour getting in is for some downright disaster to happen, or alternatively, for the elections to be held a year hence with another million unemployed. I think now we’re in for a period of slow fascisation°, the sort of Dollfuss-Schussnig Fascism
²
which is what Chamberlain and Co would presumably introduce, but I would sooner have that than have the Left parties identified in the public mind as the war party. The only hope is that if Chamberlain wins and then begins seriously to prepare for war with Germany, as of course he will, the L[abour] P[arty] will be driven back to an anti-war policy in which they will be able to exploit the discontent with conscription etc. The policy of simultaneously shouting for a war policy and pretending to denounce conscription, rearmament etc. is utter nonsense and the general public aren’t such bloody fools as not to see it. As to the results if war comes, although
some
kind of revolutionary situation will no doubt arise, I do not see how it can lead to anything except Fascism
unless
the Left has been anti-war from the outset. I have nothing but contempt for the fools who think that they can first drive the nation into a war for democracy and then when people are a bit fed up suddenly turn round and say ‘Now we’ll have the revolution.’ What sickens me about left-wing people, especially the intellectuals, is their utter ignorance of the way things actually happen. I was always struck by this when I was in Burma and used to read anti-imperialist stuff. Did you see Kingsley Martin’s (‘Critic’) article in last week’s
N
[
ew
]
S
[
tatesman
] about the conditions on which the L.P. should support the Government in war? As though the Government would allow any conditions. The bloody fool seems to think war is a cricket match. I wish someone would print my anti-war pamphlet I wrote earlier this year,
³
but of course no one will.

All the best. Love to Mary and Peter. E. sends love.

Yours

Eric

P.S. [
handwritten at top of first page
] This address will find us.

[XI, 496, pp. 221–2; typewritten]

1
.
‘The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur’d, / And the sad augurs mock their own presage’, Shakespeare, Sonnet 107.

2
.
Engelbert Dollfuss (1892–1934) was Chancellor of Austria, 1932–34. He was largely responsible for the establishment of a quasi-fascist regime on the Italian pattern, which brought to an end parliamentary government in Austria, but not without bloodshed. He was assassinated by members of the Nazi Party. Kurt von Schuschnigg (1897–1977), Austrian Minister of Justice and later of Education, then became chancellor and attempted to maintain Austria’s independence. After annexation by Germany in 1938, he was imprisoned until the end of World War II. (See his
The Brutal Takeover
(1969).)

3
.
‘Socialism and War’. Orwell told Leonard Moore on
28 June that he was in the process of writing this 5,000–6,000-word article (XI, 458, p. 169). It was not published.

To John Sceats*

26 October 1938

Boite
¹
Postale 48

Guéliz

Marrakech

French Morocco

Dear Sceats,
²

I hope all goes well with you. I had meant to look you up before leaving England, but as it turned out I went almost straight from the sanatorium to the boat and only had one day in London, which of course was pretty full. I’m writing to you now for some expert advice. The chap in the novel I’m writing
³
is supposed to be an insurance agent. His job isn’t in the least important to the story, I merely wanted him to be a typical middle-aged bloke with about £5 a week and a house in the suburbs, and he’s also rather thoughtful and fairly well-educated, even slightly bookish, which is more plausible with an insurance agent than, say, a commercial traveller. But I want any mention that is made of his job to be correct. And meanwhile I have only very vague ideas as to what an insurance agent does. I want him to be a chap who travels round and gets part of his income from commissions, not merely an office employee. Does such a chap have a ‘district’ and a regular round like a commercial traveller? Does he have to go touting round for orders, or just go round and sign the people up when they want to be insured? Would he spend all his time in travelling or part of it in the office? Would he have an office of his own? Do the big insurance companies have branch offices all over the place (this chap lives in a suburb which might be Hayes or Southall) or do they only have the head office and send all the agents out from there? And would such a man do valuations of property, and would the same man do life insurance and property insurance? I’d be very glad of some elucidation on these points. My picture of this chap is this. He spends about two days a week in the branch office in his suburb and the rest of the time in travelling round in a car over a district of about half a county, interviewing people who’ve written in to say that they want to be insured, making valuations of houses, stock and so forth, and also touting for orders on which he gets an extra commission, and that by this he is earning round about £5 a week after being with the firm 18 years (having started very much at the bottom). I want to know if this is plausible.

Well, ‘The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured and the sad augurs mock their own presage’
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and some of them are very sad indeed to judge by the
New Statesman
. However, I suppose they’ll get the war they’re longing for in about two years. The real attitude of the governing class to this business is summed up in the remark I overheard from one of the Gibraltar garrison the moment I set foot there: ‘It’s pretty clear Hitler’s going to have Czechoslovakia. Much better let him have it. We shall be ready in 1941.’ Meanwhile the net result will be a sweeping win for the Conservatives at the General Election. I judge from letters from more or less conservative relatives at home that now that it is all over people are a bit fed up and saying ‘What a pity we didn’t hold on a bit longer and Hitler would have backed down’ And from this the bloody fools of the L[abour] P[arty] infer that after all the English people
do
want another war to make the world safe for democracy and that their best line is to exploit the anti-fascist stuff. They don’t seem to see that the election will revive the spirit of the crisis, the word will be Chamberlain and Peace, and if the L.P. go round saying ‘We want war’, which is how ordinary people, quite rightly, interpret the firm line with Hitler stuff, they will just be eaten up. I think a lot of people in the last two years have been misled by phenomena like the Left Book Club. Here you have about 50,000 people who are willing to make a noise about Spain, China etc., and because the majority of people are normally silent this gives the impression that the Left Bookmongers are the voice of the nation instead of being a tiny minority. No one seems to reflect that what matters is not what a few people say when all is quiet but what the majority do in moments of crisis. The only hope is that if the L.P. gets a knock at the election, as it’s almost certain to do, this will gradually force them back to their proper policy. But I am afraid it may be a year or two years before this happens.

I’ve got to go down to a meal that’s getting cold, so
au revoir
. I’d be enormously obliged if you’d let me know about those points some time, but there’s no immediate hurry.

Yours

Eric Blair

[XI, 498, pp. 226–8; typewritten]

1
.
Orwell had no accents on his typewriter and always spells ‘Boîte’ as ‘Boite’. His French was very good so he would have been well aware of the correct spelling. It is silently corrected hereafter.

2
.
John Sceats only met Orwell once, at Preston Hall Sanatorium probably in May or June 1938: ‘We talked chiefly of politics and philosophy. I remember he said he thought
Burmese Days
his best book (excluding,
sans dire
, the latest). At the time he was reading Kafka. Despite his recent association with
POUM
, he had already decided he was not a Marxist, and he was more than interested in the philosophy of Anarchism. […] He was of course anti-Nazi, but could not (at the time) stomach the idea of an anti-German war: in fact, talking to Max Plowman* (who called in the afternoon) he implied that he would join him in opposition to such a war with whatever underground measures might be appropriate.’ Sceats marked the last sentence with an asterisk and added a footnote: ‘Indeed, it was Max who put the views of common sense.’

3
.
Coming Up for Air.

4
.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 107; also quoted in part in Orwell’s letter to Jack Common,
12.10.38
(and see its n. 1)
.

To John Sceats*

24 November 1938

Boîte Postale 48

Marrakech

Dear Sceats,

Thanks so much for your letter with the very useful information about insurance offices. I see that my chap will have to be a Representative and that I underrated his income a little. I’ve done quite a lot of work, but unfortunately after wasting no less than a fortnight doing articles for various papers fell slightly ill so that properly speaking I’ve done no work for 3 weeks. It’s awful how the time flies by. What with all this illness I’ve decided to count 1938 as a blank year and sort of cross it off the calendar. But meanwhile the concentration camp looms ahead and there is so much one wants to do. I’ve got to the point now when I feel I could write a good novel if I had five years peace and quiet, but at present one might as well ask for five years in the moon.

This is on the whole rather a dull country. Some time after Xmas we want to go for a week into the Atlas mountains which are 50 or 100 miles from here and look rather exciting. Down here it’s flat dried-up country rather like a huge allotment patch that’s been let ‘go back’, and practically no trees except olives and palms. The poverty is something frightful, though of course it’s always a little more bearable for people in a hot climate. The people have tiny patches of ground which they cultivate with implements which would have been out of date in the days of Moses. One can get a sort of idea of the prevailing hunger by the fact that in the whole country there are practically no wild animals, everything edible being eaten by human beings. I don’t know how it would compare with the poorer parts of India, but Burma would seem like a paradise compared to it, so far as standard of living goes. The French are evidently squeezing the country pretty ruthlessly. They absorb most of the fertile land as well as the minerals, and the taxes seem fairly heavy considering the poverty of the people. On the surface their administration looks better than ours and certainly rouses less animosity in the subject race, because they have very little colour-prejudice. But I think underneath it is much the same. So far as I can judge there is no anti-French movement of any size among the Arabs, and if there were one it would almost certainly be nationalist rather than Socialist, as the great majority of the people are at the feudal stage and the French, I fancy, intend them to remain so. I can’t tell anything about the extent of the local Socialist movement, because [it] has for some time only existed illegally. I asked the I.L.P. to get the French Socialist party to put me in touch with any Socialist movement existing here, if only because I could thus learn more about local conditions, but they haven’t done so, perhaps because it’s too dangerous. The local French, though they’re quite different from the British population in India, mostly petty traders and even manual workers, are stuffily conservative and mildly pro-Fascist. I wrote two articles on local conditions for the
Quarterly
which I hope they’ll print
¹
as they were I think not too incorrect and subtly Trotskyist. I hope by the way that
Controversy
has not succumbed.
²
It would be a disaster if it did, and still more if the
N.L.
³
had to turn into a monthly. As to
Controversy
I’m sure the sale could be worked up with a little energy and a certain willingness to distribute back numbers, and I’ll do what I can in my nearest town when I get back.

Have you heard any rumours about the General Election? The only person I can make contact with here who might conceivably know something is the British consul, who thinks the Government are going to defer the election as long as possible and that attempts may also be made to resuscitate the old Liberal party. Personally I don’t think anything can prevent Chamberlain winning unless there is some unforeseen scandal. Labour may win a few by-elections, but the general election will be fought in a completely different emotional atmosphere. The best one can hope is that it may teach Labour a lesson. I only get English papers rather intermittently and haven’t seen the results of some of the by-elections. I see Labour won Dartford but gather the Conservatives won Oxford.
⁴