
I remember reading 1984 in the late 1980s when I was eighteen and being completely blown away by it – the scene where Winston realises that there had been a viewscreen behind the painting the whole time made my heart drop. I re-read it recently in preparation for reading this and was somehow less impacted by it (perhaps because I was no longer surprised?!)
So, Julia was Winston’s love interest in 1984 – I strongly recommend reading that book first if you haven’t already, and this new novel is telling the same story but from her point of view.
My feelings about the book went on a bit of a rollercoaster – at first I really didn’t like Julia’s character – she seemed more than happy to use her sexuality for personal gain and there were several quite explicit scenes which I thought were unnecessary. However, like many good books, the character’s journey, both themselves, and in the readers opinion of them changes as they experience new things and learn more about the world, and as we experience and learn more about their backstory which led them to the behaviours and choices that they made.
By the end of the book I felt much more sympathetic towards Julia and her part in things – she was very much as much of a victim of the controlling and terrifying state as Winston had been and we almost feel her betrayal and growing awareness of it all the more.
A clever and unnerving book with an ending which just draws you into a vicious circle of depressing understanding of the worst of humanity.








