Burmese days

Ir is a decent read, a study in the depravity of British colonialism, yet the whole romantic subplot completely dulled an already somewhat edgeless story.

"No, you don't understand. You couldn't. You don't realize just what kind of pressure is put on one to make one do things like that. There was nothing to make me sign the notice. Nothing could have happened if I'd refused. There's no law telling us to be beastly to Orientals—quite the contrary. But—it's just that one daren't be loyal to an Oriental when it means going against the others. It doesn't do. If I'd stuck out against signing the notice I'd have been in disgrace at the Club for a week or two. So I funked it, as usual."

Av mange regnet som Orwells dårligste bok. For meg den boken som gjorde mest inntrykk og som fugerte mest som en trigger til reiselyst og nysgjerighet. Leste den for mange år siden, så vurderingen foregår nok i minnenes rosenrøde skjær.