It was a shit overrated book by a trot bastard who couldn't write a sentence without including a hamfisted allegory for Stalinism to save his life. The only reason it's praised is because idiots keep missing the obvious point and just see THEIR political enemies as the regime in the book. Case in point Hillary Clinton insisting with a straight face that it's about how fake news is bad and we need to trust the government more (but only when ZOG Pepsi Flavor is in power, of course).
I think part of the reason 1984 is so frightening to certain people is not just the (definitionally) Orwellian surveillance state, but the fact that the surveillance state is overwhelmingly focused on Outer Party. If the Inner Party is the top 2%, and Proles are the bottom 85%, then Outer Party represents the 85th to 98th percentile of political talent in Oceania.
The bottom 85% of people, Proles, who compose, let’s be clear, more than a supermajority of the society, live a life, seemingly, of bread and circuses, with little if anything to fear from the thought police, and the Oceanian government. Even in Orwell’s most extreme possible conception, what would literally be the archetypical model of a Totalitarian State for the English speaking world, Proles (And Animals) Are Free.
Let’s imagine that the Oceanian political hierarchy roughly lines up with IQ distributions. This would mean that Proles are anyone with an IQ below 115, and Inner Party are anyone with an IQ above 130.
That 115-130 IQ range? Those people who are Smart But Not Genius? Orwell writes a book in which they, and they alone, bear the full brunt of socialistic terror. They, who form the core of the managerial class. They, who “by rights” ought to be the ones Making Socialism Work. They, who should be collecting the bribes and doling out favors in the patronage networks and lecturing their bumpkin peers on socialist praxis. They, who make up the majority of the readership of his book. They, Orwell describes, are going to be the ones who have the greatest revolutionary potential, and it is on their face that the boot will repeatedly stamp forever.
1984 is the Day of the Rope for MidWits.
It’s the Day of the Telescreen.