Given that the “tasks he’s assigned at work” consist of fabricating the records, why would the dates be any more reliable than the biography of Comrade Ogilvy?
Why would the Party bother lying about the year, though?
If they were going to change the year, you’d think they’d abandon the practice of dating from the time of Christ at all, and go to “years since the Revolution” or some such practice. I’m actually kind of surprised Orwell didn’t do that.
The precise line is:
[QUOTE=1984, Chapter One]
In small clumsy letters he wrote:
April 4th, 1984.
He sat back. A sense of complete helplessness had descended upon him. To begin with, he did not know with any certainty that this was 1984. It must be round about that date, since he was fairly sure that his age was thirty-nine, and he believed that he had been born in 1944 or 1945; but it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two.
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Orwell never explains this, though, and it seems a bit early for people to start forgetting what year it is. They know what time of year it is, since seasons still happen. Remember, too, that Winston is meant to me a relatively reliable narrator; he remembers what reality is, even when the Party changes it.
It’s not a big deal; my point is merely that Orwell did not carefully stitch together a perfect piece of speculative fiction. He does, however, capture the emotions and the feelings of it with a remarkable realism.
One wonders if Atwood would have written her ending the same way, if she had taken the same interpretation of 1984 that most of us have.
I do love the creepiness of not being sure exactly what year it is, but in addition to the problem you point out, the mandatory exercise class conducted over the telescreens is divided into age groups–which would not be possible without knowing what year it is. Unless the party has developed some new form of calendar, like happened in the French Revolution, but that is never even hinted at.
I agree that Orwell is no Shakespeare, but I do think his writing is impressive beyond the large ideas he plays with. The way he describes the taste of the “gin” Party members are given is more resonant than any description of a taste that I can think of.
Then later in the novel, at a café that specialized in flavoring the gin:
I think you’re missing the greater point. Winston Smith is told the year is 1984. But he knows he can’t be sure that it really is 1984. His experience in the Ministry of Truth makes him aware of how many of the things he’s told aren’t true.
You could argue that the government intentionally told the public things like this just to demonstrate their power over society and to get people into the habit of ignoring the obvious contradictions that surrounded them.
But I think the more central point is that 1984 is a novel. Orwell wasn’t describing a real world. He was sending a message to the readers of his book; readers who lived in Britain not Airstrip One. By dating the book in 1984, he was telling them that this possible future was only a generation away. By showing that there were still remnants of the era prior to Big Brother, he was telling his readers how close this future was to their present.
You could always just read “was expected” as meaning that we now know that it won’t happen then. It could be earlier, could be later, or could never happen. The latter seems to contradict the book.
That said, I’m one of those people who hasn’t read the book, and only knows about it. I’m just going by what was quoted above. I don’t get why people would assume some sort of optimistic future when the book is clearly a warning.
Well, Atwood herself clearly meant A Handmaid’s Tale as a warning, yet she pictures Gilead as having become a historical curiosity (even something people would reenact for fun) by a couple centuries later. So I don’t think those things are inherently contradictory, even though I do believe she misunderstood Orwell’s intent by using the past tense.