Today I noticed this book cover for the classic novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four, in the library.
It’s clever, isn’t it?
It reminded me of my childhood days at Russian Saturday School when the fear of communism in the Russian community was still a raw sore. We used text books from the Soviet Union because they were the only ones we could get, and one woman decided we could not be permitted to lay eyes on certain words which were associated with Soviet Russia. After all, many of us had living relatives who had witnessed and experienced atrocities, including my own maternal grandfather who, at the age of fourteen, had witnessed his father being shot dead, and whose wife (my grandmother), many years later, was tipped off secretly that he was to be shot the next day. Which is why I was born in Australia.
Continue reading Tania’s memories of the 60s at Brave New World.