Orwell in Spain (Penguin Modern Classics)
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The volume collects together, for the first time ever, Orwell's writings on his experience of the Spanish Civil War - the chaos at the Front, the futile young deaths for what became a confused cause, the antique weapons and the disappointment many British Socialists felt on arriving in Spain to help. ORWELL IN SPAIN includes the complete text of HOMAGE TO CATALONIA.
7. Vladimir Antonov-Ovsëenko was one of those listed by Thomas as having ‘either [been] executed or died in concentration camps’ following service in Spain. He was for a time rehabilitated, and his death was ‘regretted as a mistake, in passing, by Khrushchev in his speech denouncing Stalin in February 1956’; see letter from H.N. Brailsford to Orwell above, 17 December 1937, and n.i., and Thomas, 952.  Review of Searchlight on Spain by the Duchess of Atholl1 Time and Tide, 16July
because in our mystical way we feel that a régime founded on slavery must collapse. But it is worth comparing the duration of the slave empires of antiquity with that of any modern state. Civilisations founded on slavery have lasted for such periods as four thousand years. When I think of antiquity, the detail that frightens me is that those hundreds of millions of slaves on whose backs civilisation rested generation after generation have left behind them no record whatever. We do not even know
(Robert Graves and Alan Hodge, The Long Week-End, 1940, 267). Curiously, the description ‘su misteriosa amiga’ also appears in the Spanish document; France, not Germany, is mentioned in the Spanish document. A lengthy afternote to these documents will be found in the Complete Works, XI/31–7. BARCELONA 13TH JULY, 1937 BARCELONA 13TH JULY, 1937 Eric Blair and his wife Eileen Blair It is clear from their correspondence that they are confirmed Trotskyists. They belong to the IRP [sic] of
must have been many thousands of people who deliberately put on overalls and shouted revolutionary slogans as a way of saving their skins. Now things were returning to normal. The smart restaurants and hotels were full of rich people wolfing expensive meals, while for the working-class population food-prices had jumped enormously without any corresponding rise in wages. Apart from the expensiveness of everything, there were recurrent shortages of this and that, which, of course, always hit the
cover. I immediately decided not to follow them. It might mean being trapped underground for hours. At this moment an American doctor who had been with us at the front ran up to me and grabbed me by the arm. He was greatly excited. ‘Come on, we must get down to the Hotel Falcón.’ (The Hotel Falcón was a sort of boarding-house maintained by the POUM and used chiefly by militiamen on leave.) ‘The POUM chaps will be meeting there. The trouble’s starting. We must hang together.’ ‘But what the