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A rapist, a snitch, a plagiarist, and a racist walks into a bar. The bartender asks; “How’s the new book coming along Mr. Orwell?
Believe it or not, it's entirely possible to separate the artist from the art. Shocker, I know.
Whatever it is you think about him really doesn't matter.
I can't agree with that anymore. Art is inherently human, it's inherently individual. The person or people who make it put a piece of themselves into it. It's not possible to separate the art from the artist, and their human ideas, actions, motivations, and class.
In this case, Orwell wrote from a very personal perspective, so his works are intrinsically linked to his deeds and ideology as a human.
I completely agree, it just happens that in this case a terrible person was also a terrible writer. It was simply a joke.