Here’s my take on 1984:
Long before he reached Room 101, Winston Smith was a coward. Probably the defining moment of his life was when as a boy he let hunger turn him into an animal, stealing his family’s chocolate ration and abandoning them, apparently to their deaths. That was when Smith first broke, not years later in the Ministry of Love.
As a member of the Outer Party (more or less a concentration camp for the middle class), Smith’s main objection to the Party other than his dislike for it’s dishonesty is the sheer shabbiness of life in [del]Britain[/del] Airstrip One. He’s sick of bad liquor, run down dwellings, and chronic shortages of things like razor blades. He’s sexually frustrated by the Party’s insistance that non-procreative sex is decadent, and neither a frigid wife who left him nor repulsive prole hookers provide any relief. Mainly he wants his, and is angry that the Party and Big Brother stand in the way.
Even his objection to the Party’s lies is basically selfish. He considers the Party’s propaganda to be an insult to his intelligence, and resents having to swallow it. Other members of the Outer Party seem either stupid enough or fanatical enough to be content with Party doctrine; the Party essentially demands furvor and Smith resents it, putting on the minimum face he has to to survive. He decries the Party’s erasure of history and yet takes a perverse pride in a job well done as part of the very propaganda machine that handles those erasures.
In one sense, 1984 can almost be seen as a parody of midlife crisis. Smith is basically sick of his life, and comes to the conclusion that Big Brother is responsible for his unhappiness. When he thinks that O’Brien is recruiting him for the resistance, he’s asked what he’s willing to do. Smith is apparently willing to do anything that someone else will have to pay the price of: murder, sabotage, betrayal, cheat, forge, blackmail, etc. Conspicuously absent is any list of what Smith might be willing to suffer, other than being told he might have to commit suicide.
And when the moment comes, when Smith has been arrested and still thinks he might be in danger of betraying the resistance, he realizes that he has no physical courage whatsoever. He cannot bravely endure even the smallest hurt, and faced with his own annihilation would do anything whatsoever to extend his existence another five minutes.
Smith’s time in the Ministry of Love is almost a ghastly parody of a tale of confession, penitence and redemption. The lowliness of Smith’s motives is made crystal clear to him; how other Party members manage to be perfectly content with their live. Even the apparent insanity of the Party’s doctrines is shown to be internally consistant with the Party’s goals. O’Brien explains that the Party no longer tortures false confessions out of people, for fear of creating martyrs: instead it extracts completely true confessions from worms like Smith.