Nineteen Eighty-Four

Wastes writing space lasciviously (baffling, really, considering Orwell's editor's nitpicks). Very on-the-nose. To work oneself into polishing the cross-referencing urbanism formulated in one's prose only to demolish it within mere pages is worthy of parodical accord. Tugs the reader with it's not-so-subtle seeds. Left me with zilch compulsion or feeling of having been compelled. Works it way with decency due to my sufficient interest in its landscape and secondary characters.