10 May 2009

George Orwell's flat was "wrecked by a doodlebug"

Not the pillbug "doodlebug" -

Or the ant lion "doodlebug" -

It was a German V-1 flying bomb:

I found the doodlebug phrase in an fascinating sketch about Orwell in the Guardian today:
The circumstances surrounding the writing of Nineteen Eighty-Four make a haunting narrative that helps to explain the bleakness of Orwell's dystopia. Here was an English writer, desperately sick, grappling alone with the demons of his imagination in a bleak Scottish outpost in the desolate aftermath of the second world war...

Isaac Deutscher, an Observer colleague, reported that Orwell was "convinced that Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt consciously plotted to divide the world" at Tehran...

In March 1945, while on assignment for the Observer in Europe, Orwell received the news that his wife, Eileen, had died under anaesthesia during a routine operation. Suddenly he was a widower and a single parent, eking out a threadbare life in his Islington lodgings...

Now Astor stepped in. His family owned an estate on the remote Scottish island of Jura, next to Islay. There was a house, Barnhill, seven miles outside Ardlussa at the remote northern tip of this rocky finger of heather in the Inner Hebrides...

It was a risky move; Orwell was not in good health. The winter of 1946-47 was one of the coldest of the century. Postwar Britain was bleaker even than wartime, and he had always suffered from a bad chest... "Smothered under journalism," as he put it, he told one friend, "I have become more and more like a sucked orange."

In 1947 there was no cure for TB - doctors prescribed fresh air and a regular diet - but there was a new, experimental drug on the market, streptomycin. Astor arranged for a shipment to Hairmyres from the US.Richard Blair believes that his father was given excessive doses of the new wonder drug. The side effects were horrific (throat ulcers, blisters in the mouth, hair loss, peeling skin and the disintegration of toe and fingernails) but in March 1948, after a three-month course, the TB symptoms had disappeared...

By mid-November, too weak to walk, he retired to bed to tackle "the grisly job" of typing the book on his "decrepit typewriter" by himself. Sustained by endless roll-ups, pots of coffee, strong tea and the warmth of his paraffin heater, with gales buffeting Barnhill, night and day, he struggled on...
For English majors (like me), the rest of the article is required reading.

6 comments:

  1. I'm reading Orwell's "Why I write" presently. Highly recommend it, if you've not read it.

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  2. In my neck of the woods, the "doodlebug" was/is known as a "roly poly". Didn't Linnaeus come up with binomial nomenclature for this very reason??? (I'm referring to the bugs, not the plane).

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  3. @Dan Isaacs - Orwell clearly plagarized his title from Sullivan's "Why I Blog."

    I would like to read it. Stay tuned...

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  4. Thanks for posting this, cos i read that same article, linked from Digg, and was like.... "wtf? a doodlebug?!"

    :)

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  5. The V-1 was known as a "buzz-bomb," not a doodlebug. Doodlebugs were remote control explosives on wheels.

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  6. Bunk - Wikipedia and all the British websites and newspapers refer to the V-1 as a "doodlebug" - like this opening to a Telegraph article: "It was about 7.30 on the morning of the 15th of June 1944 that the V1 (Flying bomb - or Doodlebug as they had become known) destroyed much of Broadwater Road, Tottenham..." It was also referred to as a "buzz-bomb," as you note.

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