George orwell

The past few years have seen a slew of devastating style assaults on the English language known as “LinkedIn speak.” You know the type of word salad: “synergize” instead of “combine,” “ideated” instead of “thought of,” “holistic” instead of – well – looking at something as a whole. Alarmingly, there is now an app, Kagi Translate, that allows you to type any sentence and it will deliver it for you in this wretched patois. For instance, write “I went to the zoo,” and Kagi gives you: “I had an incredible opportunity to observe high-performing teams in a diverse ecosystem and reflect on the importance of adaptability and strategic positioning.” Go on, try it. Or rather: “Step out of your comfort zone and embrace

A few years ago, the podcaster Lex Fridman published a list of books that he was hoping to read in the year ahead. It included works by George Orwell, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Hermann Hesse and others. If he had published this in the world of print media he might have got back some encouraging noises. But because he put the list online – worse, on the platform then still known as Twitter – he received mostly mockery. “Who hasn’t read Animal Farm?” was the general tenor of the blowback, as though a man who had been a researcher at MIT was next to being a Neanderthal. I watched that passing storm