Orwell was a frustrated escape artist. He knew well what he disliked about 20th century society, but he didn’t have a great idea for how to get beyond it. And so he wrote about what happens when you just can’t get beyond it. When you are just stuck. And in doing this, he fits into a grand literary tradition, where, of course, Kafka is king. BTW, if you disagree that Kafka is king of the genre, try waking up as a bug sometime then make the argument.
The tradition revels in the nightmare scenario. The death of romance and everything else. BTW, it is the driving force behind the Gatsby melodrama re-made yet again into a glitzy film and apparently the less glitzy and more gritty thinking behind World War Z. Hmm … this sounds like a revival of sorts.
I think that it may be. At least I expect more and more melodrama of this sort. And yes, it is all rather silly. But these times have a silly side to them, n’est ce pas?
But seriously, is there an escape? Of course there is. But it starts from within, not from without.